The water that I live in
is full of piranha
and it doesn't do
to have a bleeding heart
in this locality.
Please God
get me out of this water
or give me a shell
or teeth...
Just don't leave me here
with nothing
but the conviction
that piranha
are all God's children too.
Another wonderful poem by Evangeline Paterson. I think Evangeline is becoming my favorite poet. Unfortunately her books of poetry are out of print.
I used to think — loving life so greatly —
That to die would be like leaving a party
Before the end.
Now I know that the party is really happening
Somewhere else;
That the light and the music —
Escaping in snatches to make the pulse beat and the tempo quicken —
Come from a long way away.
And I know too that when I get there
The music will never end.