Sunday, March 9, 2014

Genesis 32: In Writing

Crossing the river
reflected and refracted
a dizzying rush of faces

float away, separate
come together ahead
how many faces do we wear

Strangers to ourselves
a dual camp
doubled and redoubled

Coming back,
i find you coming towards me
sleep splits and flees
cracking to day

where I stand alone
and my arm reaches out
to grab me
cracks my leg
till the sinews of self
stretch, tear, cut
 at last I see you
face to face
and call you by name

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