It Is Beyond Me
\nBy
\nJoseph Anthony Petro<\/p>\n
\nI do not understand how I can be filled with such a sprawling emptiness.
\nI try letting the spring overtake me:
\nThe trees breaking open with their flowers of colored light,
\nThe ground erupting with tulips and daffodils who so clearly want sky and bees,
\nThe robin eggs bluer than the sky filling secret nests with the wings of the future,
\nThe silent flock of deer wandering the graveyards of my attempts to pretend, to obliterate
\nMyself– how they nibble at the moon-drenched grass at my feet,
\nHow they touch my hands with their velvety lips,
\nStill–there is still a gray wind stuck in the tree of my soul.
\nI do not understand how such a desolate wasteland could just appear
\nAfter all the work I have done to cultivate prayer, to garden my heart, to reach out, to love myself.
\nIt is beyond me.
\nSomehow I walk\u2014a stranger in the town of my own life, no longer surprised
\nAt the devastation, at the ground full of flower petals,
\nAt the broken robin eggs on the grass, at the daffodils curling in on themselves,
\nAt the riots, the stupidity, the greed, the betrayals,
\nAt the mirror looking back with such vacancy into such a nowhere
\nThat it is unbelievable I still exist. And please
\nDon\u2019t talk to me of ingratitude. Anemia spreads
\nThrough the veins of my spirit without my consent, there is a famine moving like
\nA procession of ghosts through the fields of my ability to sing.
\nPlease just look away, and please just hold me until it is beyond me,
\nUntil it is unbelievable that I could have ever felt this way,
\nUntil I can breathe again in a life full of spring.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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