november mornings paint sky soot black-
with a few engorged stars,
as bright as crystal stud earrings
sky goddess dances in the dark
she knows- even though her outline is indecipherable---
she will be seen, she will be heard, she will be savored
as soft touches of light reach around her-
sun begins to brighten all things
she will dance and sing like there's no tomorrow..
the convergence of darkness and light,
elevating all who witness the healing
a blending of accepting hurts, with spurts of grateful
a swirling kaliedescope revealing what she needs
to see--no longer in her hands to decide--
thoughts, like hot potatoes leave as soon
as she was warmed, warned, and almost burned
angels protect, as tribal beat becomes her--
now these daring drums, awakening rainsticks..
with a building chorus, belting
"i'm on my own, but won't be for long"...
paper doll smiles cut butterflies
floating from wide open mouths
in a brightening sky at dawn
poem and photo by kate lamberg (c) '13
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