Saturday, August 6, 2011

in a cage of sunbeams

i arrived
listening to the tall thin man

he was part of what i knew as
'the world'

he believed
that he was better
than he

and i was his
in name
and form
and so
he expected much
in return for so very little

i remember arriving at a time
and a place
filled with the feeling
that a lot of the world
i was compelled to be a part of
was ugly
and wrong for me
and that like i was told
so often
"could do better"

so i constructed
a little world
all of my own
and filled it
with the most beautiful music
and words
and art
that i could find
or create

building walls
of knowledge and understanding
that few could climb over -
there were no doorways

sometimes i would come out
and play with similar minded people
in their worlds

they knew we were different
for doing this
we just didn't talk about why

at the end of every day
i could smile
and feel that deep love
i felt for my little world
when i returned


on the balcony
standing in a cage of sunbeams –
like a rainbow

tomas tranströmer


Susannah said...

Beautiful. . .

JJ Roa Rodriguez said...

Wonderful piece!


aguja said...

Beautiful and profound ... and I sreally empathise with this post.
Is it not wonderful, though, that in overcoming life's obstacles, we find our own self; this is both the beauty and profundity - that we cannot be crushed.
Thank you, Steven, for this amazing post, made even more so by the quote and the music.

Valerianna said...

Oh.... listening to the music as the words sink in.... and feeling some pangs of - something... Sometimes even emotions need to be sat with in order for them to reveal themselves. The combination of music and words held a particular mystery.

erin said...

nothing can be restrained in a cage like this.


ellen abbott said...

I always thought of it as being on the edge.

Pauline said...

one's own world can be the most beautiful place