My life always felt so small,
Like I could only feel the ripples
Because I was throwing the stones
Into the velveteen water lapping at my ankles,
And there was surely no great landscape
Beyond the canyons on my palms;
Surely no magnificent oceans
Behind the tides in my eyes.
Yet I thought I felt everything tonight,
Pressing in from the dimly-lit
Corners of my bedroom.
I thought maybe I could feel
Something fragile and enormous
Made from echoes of the dreams
I had when I was sleeping,
And fractures of the ones I broke
While I was waking.
I thought I felt the rush
Of all the breaths I ever took
And every gasp of air I’ll breathe again,
Woven in and out of each other
Like fading lace.
I remembered a dream I had two nights ago
And wondered why it felt so real,
And why it felt so full of sorrow
Even though everyone was smiling.
Jun 14, 2013
Jun 14, 2013 at 11:01 AM UTC
My life always felt so small,
Like I could only feel the ripples
Because I was throwing the stones
Into the velveteen water lapping at my ankles,
And there was surely no great landscape
Beyond the canyons on my palms;
Surely no magnificent oceans
Behind the tides in my eyes.
Yet I thought I felt everything tonight,
Pressing in from the dimly-lit
Corners of my bedroom.
I thought maybe I could feel
Something fragile and enormous
Made from echoes of the dreams
I had when I was sleeping,
And fractures of the ones I broke
While I was waking.
I thought I felt the rush
Of all the breaths I ever took
And every gasp of air I’ll breathe again,
Woven in and out of each other
Like fading lace.
I remembered a dream I had two nights ago
And wondered why it felt so real,
And why it felt so full of sorrow
Even though everyone was smiling.