One Word


 

parting, and not knowing.

drowning in wanting, needing,

and not having.

in the 11th hour

one word

could keep you going

 

one word

 

heard whispering from internal workings

of the Universe,

in tongue, in social media,

threading the air like music

on a Sunday morn

from street

to corner grocery store,

unexpected movement,

speaking to be heard

through the least of these

mouths of the poor,

cardboard desolate,

pavement lonely;

 

thick calloused worker hands

tenderly counting out dollar bills,

each symbolizing time and hard labor

away from doe-eyed children

clinging to grocery carts

longing for big corporation candy,

wanting, and yet not having

this land of the free

does not diminish want and need.

 

did you find everything you were looking for

I find myself saying

to a white sleeveless preacher man

Soft-drawled, and crucifix tattoo’d

who beamed cherub-like and replied

“I am blessed with Jesus’ blood And more.”

His pensive wife, tired from worry by his side

 

to which an elder black man smiled

and chimed across the aisle

“Aren’t you gonna ask me how I am?”

grinning with a glint in his eye

a plaid hat and walking stick

yet still walking out with buoyant stride,

thread-bare pockets and

a loaf of white bread cradled in his arms

and a pocketful of change to spare

throwing a word Into the air

for all to hear

 

“Blessed”

 

and I react with surprise

recognizing wisdom

whispered from universal wells

of wanting, and longing,

and knowing

that whatever I have is enough

and with a desperate nod,

breathe out

 

one word.

Yes.

 

Karen K.L. Espaniola               September 15, 2015

Ode To Uhaloa


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Day 6:

Ode To Uhaloa

You, who draw from the well of being,

Breathe in with your roots,

The elements that keep us all alive,

The soil we consume, the air we breathe,

The connective space that holds all together,

Not empty,

But full,

Extending, reaching in adulation

To the light

To be crystalized, glistening rich

with oils and fine hair like velvet,

Small but vibrant,

Insignificant yet radiant,

Offering,

Sacrifice,

Giving,

Gift,

I ask permission

To take, to taste, to hold, to absorb, to internalize, to breathe out with you on my lips,

On my skin, on my tongue and finger tips,

I Thank you.

To A Great Tree


 

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You were like a tree,

Limbs silhouetted with love,

And all who knew you

Clung tightly to your branches

Reveling in your strong roots.

Poetry

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