Thursday, April 01, 2010
visit the dark places, you'll never
feel the sea pull you in and under,
swallowing words before they form.
Until you visit places within you
cloistered and constant, you will travel
in a tourist daze, wrought with too much
of what endures, depletes.
If you never turn from light, close
your eyes, feel the life inside, you'll leave
the church, the beach, your self,
knowing nothing more.
Unless you are mute, you will not
know your urgent heart, how it beats
between the thin skin of yes and no.
~ by Drew Myron
Spirit First Poetry Contest 2010
photography by permission