EYES OF A NEW MORNING   <return to contents

It’s Time for Alchemy
Among the musical magical dance
of faces and leprechauns and eyes,
the past returns through steel doors
now unlocking…

       it knocks hard.
       it hurts.
       it doesn’t belong.
       it's a chainsaw
       at our tree party.

She says, “The memories are coming back.”
        I say, “You're ready.”
She says, “It’s gotta come out.”
        I say, “I know.”
She says, “I want to get rid of all of it.”
        I say, “Let it come out & be burned by the light.”