Thursday, November 17, 2011

a stranger turn

in the later thicker depths of night, a door opens.

a thin wedge of moonlight makes its way across the space between the window and the doorhandle
it crosses my face
and as i turn to watch it pass through the air
i see the handle moving
as a rearrangement of shadows and light.

i'm transfixed.

is it my imagination?

is it really happening?

the air is electric.
every tiny element of the moment held
in the fullness of a blackness
gently pierced from somewhere
within which there's light ...
a tiny pinprick
almost blinding
in its intensity ...

perhaps it comes from inside me
it's merely passing through

the handle
continues turning.

do i move closer to see who is opening the door?
do i stay in bed and pull the covers closer to my eyes?

"come in", i say.
"come in, and tell me your stories".

is how love
enters the world

i was listening to "krishna blue" by david sylvian when i wrote this.


Delwyn said...

what a great image...

The Weaver of Grass said...

Beautiful imagery but to one who is afraid of the dark - a bit scary Steven!

JJ Roa Rodriguez said...

Come in and tell me your stories... Very welcoming! But i agree not good for people who are afraid of the dark... Beautiful!


steven said...

thankyou delwyn!!! steven

steven said...

hi weaver! i'm afraid of the dark also. this image is about a benevolent dark that contains all the unlikeliness of this place and from which - like a small ray of light - comes love. steven

steven said...

jj - fair and true! perhaps it'll sooth your heart if you read the little unpacking i did for the weaver (just above) steven

Dave King said...

All's well that ends well, I guess! And this ends very well.

The Bug said...

I love this - the picture the words... I just said, "oh yes!" when I finished reading. I love stories :)

Linda Sue said...

"come in and tell me your story" You are so generous! I would say "get the hell out of my room!" from under the covers. Love is a hurty thing- Advil will do nothing to help, I have already ingested a bottle of it today- it does not alleviate the pain of love.

Linda Sue said...

The music completely overtook me! I even forgot that I was listening to it because I was it!

steven said...

dave - it's a place i see as malleable. i appreciate the process so much more at this point than the end game. steven

steven said...

linda sue - it's written in metaphor. i took one advil this morning - the first in two years - it was to manage the headache that came from upper body tension. steven

steven said...

thankyou bug! i am who i am and entirely present to the degree i am capable. steven

erin said...

i think the ending is wonderful. how many moments are turned when we let loose our fear and let love come in place of it? quite a brilliant way to live, actually.)