Intermission IA Poem by K Ambing
this, too, is temporary
both the warmth and the sting the fire that burns inside of your chest will soon diminished to a smoke dancing as an afterthought when the rain falls down flood will carry all that's left and later you won’t even remember the storm or the way the lightning stroke the tree or the way it revealed how the sky was never pitch black but a shade closer to indigo there’s a beauty in forgetting the way a child would ask the same question multiple times, only to be met with the same answer and he still smile each time, because it was never about the question, it was never about the answer, it was all about the way a mother crouch down and look at the same black eyes, and see both herself and a stranger, and there might not be a universe inside of his eyes but there is life enough to make her try and so she tried, and so she answered when the same feeling reach out to me again, i will try to greet it like an old friend, i might not shake its hand but we will sit together and start a bonfire and talk about all that has changed while it’s gone about me who has learned how to build a fort, about me who has learned how to keep fire burning when it’s cold, about me knowing when to let the fire die, about me waiting for a storm waiting for thunder waiting for flood waiting and waiting and waiting until i forget how the last one went and we can ask the same question again © 2021 K Ambing |
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