To Where It Lives

by abracadabra   May 1, 2008


To bathe after breakfast, shampoo the hair,
condition it gently, exfoliate the skin,
and scrub between the toes, behind the ears,
inside the navel, under the breasts,
smell like vanilla and stone fruits on a warm day.

Then, to run
from the scented
bath, through the
quiet house, into
the yard, dripping,
steaming, sloppy
footprinting.

Then, to leap
into the soft garden bed, and roll
and roll,
dirt wetly clumping, beneath the fence,
with the worms and the budding weeds.

To leap,
and to catch the moment before the leap.

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  • 15 years ago

    by Jordan

    Shamefully, I don't think I've ever read anything by you! This is a nice place to start. I like the simplicity of it all - following a nice daily regime and then abandoning it for good, clean recklessness.

    Nice ending, too.
    "To leap,
    and to catch the moment before the leap."
    Really makes you think...does anyone ever actually think about that split second before taking a plunge into anything? Or is it just the result that matters?

    Sometimes, the anticipation makes it sweeter.

    Everyone should try this.

  • 15 years ago

    by silvershoes

    This is a stunning write that I've read several times, but I guess I keep forgetting to comment? What a bum! Anyway, I thoroughly enjoy the idea of getting all clean and tidy only to romp in some mud. Nonsensical, reckless abandonment! What fun.

  • 16 years ago

    by Sourav

    Well... it's a different write. And enjoyed your poem. Liked the style of your writing. Good one!

  • 16 years ago

    by Sungrl And Mrs Whatsit

    As always, it seems to me, your joy in living is rich, wide, and palpable.....Bravo!....I just love the images you have produced here....I join you in your celebration!

  • 16 years ago

    by sibyllene

    There IS a moment before the leap... tightening, fierce, blunt and brilliant. I'm glad you know.

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