Forgiveness / Forgiveness
It’s a little bit of love
That breaks the business /
Ergo you know
What you know
And I too.
No! I won’t forget
No! I won’t love
I forgive you,
Then love elsewhere
There I can plant seeds
There grow old roots
Imagine a garden’s in bloom.
Far from our souls mute tongues
Unable to voice the bridge
Far from the break
to the other bank
Brittle bones unbending
Precious heart intent
It is a clean word.
Centuries, I tussled with your
anguished forms of right
oh HOW life’s wrongs made their
nestled in your mind’s cosy rooms;
Now: towards beauty I flow,
Cutting cords called duty
Claiming the wind and world as my own.
Forgiveness is not that misstep that is mislaid
On the half turn that brings me to your window’s light-
My two door hatchback parked direct behind your mamoth six seater mini van
next to the house
Next to the door not entered since ashes took
Burnt the body
Burnt the story
Burnt the door I will never re-enter
Your ownerships of truth.
Hold your truths,
hold them dear
for there is
no longer need for love of me
My dalliance in these dark forests
of what might have been
Objects in rearview mirrors.
My forgiveness, not absolution
Primal force, Life
seeking new growth
Entering colors that live between names
such as indigo and gold
Dancing to notes between
Bflats and Cs in keys of locks you’ll never know
Swimming rivers of life and souls
that owe me nothing and feed me so
While I freely frolic with the children
and condemn them not to the past--
I go and you go—
each on our bites of reality
We speak hollow
We take our leave.
I know fully it may mean nothing to you.
I barely know if it means anything to me.
Your sudden departure from our ship
The torrent of hate heaped
The silent shame of what?
My rage and pain misunderstood then as now
My self betrayed by myself in your defection.
How you smiled surrounded by milk cheese and butter
In aisles marked “Save, save, save!”
“Lets walk to the cars together,” you said.
“But I rode the bus,” I said.
“Lets have a coffee instead.”
I watched your face the tilt of neck the squinch of eye the familiar dart of tongue to lip
And did not ask you to explain…
I took your number into my phone and we never talked again.
Forgiveness / Forgiveness another layered rutted road,
A landscape, a dance space,
A mirror cool as melted snow on parched lips
We go then.
You go and I go
No I will not love you
I will forgive you always.
I will forgive myself.
Forgiveness I will seek you
On darkest craven shores of flight.
Or bright spring green lawns of urban parks
under early budding pinks and whites.
Forgiveness is the dance much easier to follow.
Not alone now just not with those that were here then.
Forgiveness / nests / home again in my skin.