“Walking on water wasn’t built in a day”—Jack Kerouac
My face before I was born was the sky.
On Earth I stared at a magic mirror
and lived in the theater of my mind.
I rummaged for love among echoes
of flashing electrical sex
in the shadow of the world.
Suddenly everything struck me as sad.
Tuxedoed at a Big Deal Dance
with a hollowness swallowing me I cried.
All the other dancers seemed
stranded in swaggering loneliness
and I was sure we’d drown in this abyss.
And there and then I saw a slender silver strand.
It wove a stitch through us
that glowed with infinite gentleness.
And God I grabbed at it!
And here and now it’s the same way—
walking on water wasn’t built in a day.
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Writings by Thomas Radwick. Mostly poetry and lyrics. t_radwick@yahoo.com
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