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“‘There are some who can live without wild things, and some who cannot.’”
“Go as far as you can—way out yonder where the crawdads sing.”
Within all the worlds of biology, she searched for an explanation of why a mother would leave her offspring.
Trapped inside, Love is a caged beast, Eating its own flesh. Love must be free to wander, To land upon its chosen shore And breathe.
She laughed for his sake, something she’d never done. Giving away another piece of herself just to have someone else.
Perhaps love is best left as a fallow field.
“Fading moon, follow My footsteps Through light unbroken By land shadows, And share my senses That feel the cool Shoulders of silence. “Only you know How one side of a moment Is stretched by loneliness For miles To the other edge, And how much sky Is in one breath When time slides backward From the sand.”
If anyone understood loneliness, the moon would.
I have to say I am relieved it is over: At the end I could feel only pity For that urge toward more life. . . . Goodbye.
Even in nature, parenthood is a thinner line than one might think.
She imagined taking one step after the other into the churning sea, sinking into the stillness beneath the waves, strands of her hair suspending like black watercolor into the pale blue sea, her long fingers and arms drifting up toward the backlit blaze of the surface. Dreams of escape—even through death—always lift toward the light. The dangling, shiny prize of peace just out of grasp until finally her body descends to the bottom and settles in murky quiet.
The sweeping up the heart, And putting Love away We shall not want to use again Until Eternity.
