Tuesday, May 18, 2010

Angela Garcia

Declaration of Silence
Something solid connects me to you
Like kinship
A hidden stream
In season’s change

Our embrace is never past tense
It is the trunk of a centuries-old tree
From time to time giving up all of its leaves
To the hunger of earth
Firing up new roots
In decomposed matter

The rotating water dances
Rotating air
Mood of eternal longing
Dense as earth
Light as air
Dark like the first
Ethereal like the second

Something connects me to you
Solid like a natural law

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