How do I move the way I do?
Well, how can you not, father?
Your melancholy puzzles me, cousin
Why do you not rejoice with us?
I see, son; still stuck in the mundane
Still corporeal, linear, limited
I gifted you with a name, and yet
Here you sit, awaiting more morsels
We tried showing it all at once
But fearful, you averted your eyes
Like this, you’ll never see the whole elephant
But if you move, it may become clearer
Do not worry, brother; take your time
We will embrace you when you’re ready.
Written for NaPoWriMo Day 11 Prompt:
“This is a twist on a prompt offered by Kay Gabriel during a meeting she facilitated at the Poetry Project last year. Today, I’d like to challenge you to write a two-part poem, in the form of an exchange of letters. The first stanza (or part) should be in the form of a letter that you write either to yourself or to a famous fictional or historical person. The second part should be the letter you receive in response. These can be as short or long as you like, in the form of prose poems, or with line breaks – and of course, the subject matter of the letters is totally up to you.”NaPoWriMo Day 11 Prompt
I partially completed this prompt, but I dig the results. Check yesterday’s poem for the first letter.