Monday, October 13, 2014

Out of pain


Out of pain, a little breath, and back again.
Face, hands, neck, limbs, the lungs of sacrificial lambs.
Into grace, clamber for your lap again.
Man his wife, woman man.
Girl boy again.

Face, hands, neck, limbs.
A little pain, out of breath, and back again.
Clamber grace, wife her boy, girl man.
The lungs of sacrificial lambs.
Into your lap again.



2 comments:

Jan/JFM said...

Beautiful, William and sad.
Longing for one's childhood...longing for one's parents.
I may have interpreted this incorrectly, but you have always been wonderful about letting us see where your wonderful writings takes us~

William Michaelian said...

Thank you, Jan. Indeed, a poem belongs to everyone. There is no right or wrong interpretation....