Monday, May 3, 2010

poem for you

In pitch black, I stood
perhaps in fear
or a fog of uncertainty
till i realize
we were a part of a body
with piercing broad vast wings
we came from darkness
into light. we were the light.
From page one of normality
to a story deeper than prodigal son.
It must have been the tales of poo
Ask Rach and Brooke
or in between games of taboo
and birthday cupcakes too.
This is, community.
And I can't wait
there's more to come.

happy birthday rachel, Monday - May 3rd