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A Corner Turned

Last night I turned a corner, and kicked a stone that hadn’t touched my toe before
And in the light between the trees, with dusty shoes and sudden breeze
I saw this new horizon, not bound by shackled heart or veil
And looking at the pebble, knew, that this was not the latest dent, my silent shoe
Had led me to another land, the same as looking up I saw
Your silhouette inside my doorway stand, and now a few mere moons have passed
and where there was a smile, there is now a hand
and as I saw this turn ahead, I took your hand and heard myself as faintly said:
Last night I turned a corner
 
And now I chuckle as I turn, and look behind and all the path now trodden with the usual prints
The safe small steps, the blinders focused on the dirt, as not to see the many hints
How laughable my measured stride, with furrowed brow and great intent
My feathers large and plumage bright, as if to show to all in sight
My kingdom of this day…
…and yet by night, still lost and small and old and bent
My walk and gate, the swagger worn by prince and fool, so swung my sword from dawn till late
“You see!” I cried, “I know this road! I’ve cleared the way for kings, and toads, and none shall reach
behind this mask of mind, for I have every bend to hide, and hold the map to all the silent spaces none
shall find!”
 
And then, last night I turned a corner, and all my feathers faded in the light of simple love
And I saw I had no place to hide, my newly shedded skin so thin to show the secrets held inside
And my steps now only held me towards this new horizon, green and wide, and so I laughed
And so I cried
And in sitting at this turn, I couldn’t help but notice all the bruises that I’d earned
And all by kicking at the stones of matter, made up in my mind
The stretch that lay behind me seemed so riddled by their weight: a stone of fear, a stone of doubt
A stone of perfect hate
A stone of “what if sweetness never sees, and love arrives too late”
I saw the shadow of my fist, so tight and busy pounding at these many stones I missed
And now and then would grind them, but alas, inside my hand
It was always just the same sad game, now in the form of sand
 
And so I turn, and take a breath, and tiptoe past this curve
And now behold this sudden path so smooth within its swerve
The sounds of birds I never felt, now bursting into song
And as I turn this corner, I now see, the stones are gone
 
Last night I turned a corner, and the dirt is fresh and red
The wind is singing sweeter than the voices of the dead
And I know that still I carry with me pieces of that path, the wounds of elders, weeping
And the stains of blinded wrath
But now, I feel the warmth of fingers curled, and hear a tiny voice
And take my strength from faith and feeling, destiny, and choice
The queen, long lost, now to my right, the ocean to my left
And say aloud: “this path is ours. We’ve crossed the oceans, swam the burning sands,
Lived a life of darkness just to link these precious hands, we now can walk, nay, skip ahead,
To these futures we have earned…Last night we dove in loves deep lake…last night
 
A corner turned

(2012)

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