Tuesday, April 28, 2009

Steve, Jess, Sara

When I had the best, even the worst was gold.
The blizzard that turned our faces white
and froze the tops of our feet
only made us warmer.
The smell in that hostel made us laugh.
Money was paper; ice was water.
I couldn't be made to realize a frown where I saw it
or a sigh when I heard it.
Loneliness was an ancient word; yearning--even older.
A language lost to time.
Fatigue was a peaceful lure; neither dream
nor reality could be told apart.
I was safe from fear
because I couldn't lose.
I had them,
And they were everything.


greysquirrelb said...

This one is so many things...thanks for sharing it.

Jessica's Excellent Adventures said...

I love it so much. No matter what happened then, my memories of that trip will always be warm.

hbc said...

This is one of your best. It has focus and recreates what we have all felt and loved.

Jessica Donahey said...

I read this for the first time a few weeks ago and identified with the powerful emotions it expressed. I felt the need to revisit it this weekend and print it, realizing that it gave words to feelings I had trapped within my soul. As I read it again, I felt empowered and liberated of the feelings. Thank you...