My darlings, I wanted to share a poem today – one of my favorites, in fact. For some reason, it resonates with me today – speaking to that nearly indiscernible voice within, the one that gets us through.
I do hope you enjoy this lovely piece.
Much love, and Namaste ~
Solar Eclipse
Each morning
I wake invisible.I make a needle
from a porcupine quill,
sew feet to legs,
lift spine onto my thighs.I put on my rib and collarbone.
I pin an ear to my head,
hear the waxwing’s yellow cry.
I open my mouth for purple berries,
stick on periwinkle eyes.I almost know what it is to be seen.
My throat enlarges from anger.
I make a hand to hold my pain.My heart a hole the size of the sun’s eclipse.
I push through the dark circle’s
tattered edge of light.All day I struggle with one hair after another
until the moon moves from the face of the sun
and there is a strange light
as though from a kerosene lamp in a cabin.I put on a dress,
a shawl over my shoulders.My threads knotted and scissors gleaming.
Now I know I am seen.
I have a shadow.I extend my arms,
dance and chant in the sun’s new light.I put a hat and coat on my shadow,
another larger dress.
I put on more shawls and blouses and underskirts
until even the shadow has substance.– by Diane Glancy