stumbling

 

where once i would have seen

nothing more than a jolly green giant, and flowering ice plant,

i now see parallels, in images, and words,

of freedom, and happiness, and the heavens, and certainties,

standing for goodness, and the kid in her.

i see symbols, and meaning,

on sunglasses, in flowering lotus blossoms,

and self portraits,

being taken, in public restrooms.

in even the simplest of things,

like hippos, and dragons, and carousels, and fake sun tattoos;

in the grandest adventures,

road 'tripping', through surf, in foreign languages and countries.

where once i would have seen

nothing more than the beauty of treetops, and clouds,

against the backdrop, of a clear blue sky,

within all these things, and more,

i now see threads.

and somewhere in the mist,

of faith, and truth, and comfort woven,

to blanket walls, and halls, decked with boughs.

died the last fraying threads

of heartstrings

broken within me.

 

~ janean christine mariani