--Kettle and Cloud--

By MARION PIPER | Published: May 25, 2010

It curls up against me,

warm and familiar

yet slightly out of reach.

The kettle screams, its contents hot,

a sound made from deep within.

My hands are tied

to the valleys that stretch

between you and I.

Lazily I sigh,

and wait -

and wait some more

for the clouds to roll in.

They do not come.

I am face to face with my truth,

its coils unwind

and bend

as I trace a path to you.

Were we so blind

for so long

to protect ourselves from harm,

or,

Were we so blind

for so long

to protect ourselves from something

so lovely,

so true,

so pulsating with life,

that everything else would wither

and cower

in its shadow?

I can't give you any answers

but I have cups of hope

for two.

11:32pm May 25th 2010



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