Breaklight
Light keeps on breaking.
I keep knowing
the language of other nations.
I keep hearing
tree talk
water words
and I keep knowing what they mean.
And light just keeps on breaking.
Last night
the fears of my mother came
knocking and when I
opened the door
they tried to explain themselves
and I understood
everything they said.
~ Lucille Clifton
4 comments:
We can hope, we can dream for a new dawn with new light breaking.
Extraordinary poem! Thank you, Relyn.
That poem is so powerful. The photo is wonderful.
Understanding old haunts and finding peace ~ is powerful and enlightning. Wonderful poem.
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