Daily Meditation #1A Poem by Annette Jay Sweeney
Pictures lining the walls remind me
your open eyes are miles away, miles of some
unwarranted length I could grasp the strings of
only in my sleep.
Memories don’t serve to remember, but to taunt
with the voice of what wasn’t recorded.
I want a door to step through, if only to see your
face. To know it was really there. Because I didn’t
trace its edges on the paper with pencil, some artist did.
With a 23-year-old mind you would think I know
the difference. You would think I could smell an
after-taste of when you were there with my dog-like
In the two-spirit study session I reach for my
spirit animal, hoping that instead it’s you.
But it’s an otter galloping away from the shore-
line, frolicking in the grasses missing day’s dew.
© 2012 Annette Jay Sweeney
Annette Jay Sweeney
AboutReading and writing have always provided a loving escape for me, but both are now taking on a more serious level. I thrive on reading others' work and helping them to improve, while also depicting my .. more..