Colors began turning hazily into the sky
And the water
And the ground was just ground
Something beneath me
Holding the gravity that kept me
From blowing away
Loud crashes of bursting fireworks
Echoed through the spacious
Waves
The vast empire of water and sky
Crackling and shattering the quietness,
The sheltered thoughts we hide in
And all I had with me to mark this time
Was burning metal
Emitting sparks
And drifting smoke
And with it I wrote a simple
Thanks
Which sailed away with the wind smoldering
The heavy breaths I wore
From running into my own seclusion
At the end of the beach
That tipped point that led to the water
Where I stuck the ashy stick into the sand
My own farewell
To the greats
Who have done something
For us
For this world
This sparkler of light
For them I hold up
And twirl
And promise that I, too, will be something
Good
Sunday, July 6, 2008
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Micaela,
I like your words and what you celebrate in this poem. I wonder who you are thinking of-- "the greats"-- if there is anyone in particular, or if it is just a general sense, a nebulous of leaders and dreamers you were thanking. I like your promise at the end, and the way you twirl. You are already, so good.
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