Exercises in Daring

FIND MY VOICE, FORGIVE MY STUTTER: my works-in-progress

Tuesday, October 04, 2005

The Gift

My heart - it was a time
All things beloved, only once
He made the daylight leap, and night-washed lines
between warm lips, to collide

Into the open, whirling clock
I take, one take
And straight, already memory
gazing up at future, past

All life at once, his face
On no separate whole


-Vivica Grace