A bomb went off one day. Right in my front yard and it destroyed the world. It ripped through my body, paralyzing me from the heart outwards. And then, I was reborn one night when death would not work. Reborn of fragmented pieces, lost parts...
A bomb went off one day. Right in my front yard and it destroyed the world. It ripped through my body, paralyzing me from the heart outwards. And then, I was reborn one night when death would not work.
Reborn of fragmented pieces, lost parts due to the blast, missing pieces because of the fallout. So I walked around the world looking for something other than gray and brownish destruction. Holding Hiroshima in my hands and news worthy Afghanistan on my shoulders. And all I could see was death. But I honestly didn't want any different because that meant the blast was over and it would be real and everything before Armageddon would be lost.
But one day while I was walking along the Berlin Wall towards the Soviet Union I saw something that looked like light. It was a faint glimmer so I went towards it instead of trekking towards the Cold War. And while I was still holding Hiroshima, it found me.
It was a 6’3” by 6’3” patch of perfectly asymmetrical grass. It had a little ocean, a little house where I could lay down and rest, and the sun was shining with 6am hope. It was beautiful.
But. I. Can't. Live. There.
I could spend centuries in that grassy patch under the 6am serendipity listening to ocean waves of fulfilled desires. Digging my toes in the sand and arching my backside into the wind so that it could caress me just like those times of never before. I could spend a decade just letting the 6am sunrise shine on my face making me feel beautiful again. And another decade allowing the warm waves to wash over my bruised but beautiful nutmeg brown body. Because there is color here in this patch; colors that are not on my palette and colors that have never touched my canvas. Hues in the 6am clouds that I have never known. So amazing and scary and new and different and longed for and needed and wanted. And that I've been warned about. "AND ITS NOT HIROSHIMA!!!" I keep screaming to no one.
But I cannot live there.
In the 6am light.
But there is the only place I feel alive.