One of these days the sky’s gonna break
and everything will escape and I’ll know…
– Civil Twilight, Letters From The Sky
..
I have finally fired the cartographer,
as he has just about successfully un
-mapped my heart.
I will make my own small sketches now,
mirror-image cursive monsters
spitting fire, enamored of the ten
-sile strength of wire.
Call me the Laughing One,
waiting. The flying machines don’t come
but at the third hour of the night,
when sleep has broken
open. I find myself
double hulled toward dawn,
heart pierced by an arrow
of my own design. Some small thing
has dropped from the sky
and I cannot catch it. Cannot
beg nor borrow its wings.
…
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Exactly:
“when sleep has broken
open. I find myself
double hulled toward dawn,
heart pierced by an arrow
of my own design.”
Love the title.
Thanks, ma’am. Google the song, when you can. It’s truly awesome. As usual, I heard it on a TV show. 😉
Oh, that first stanza reminds me how my grandmother would talk. She was quite the character. But actually this whole poem could apply to her – she lost her husband when she was about 48 (the love of her life – she married him at 19) – they had moved from Illinois to Virginia and had only been in Va. for 5 years when he died of cancer. So I can see this applying to her emotionally – having to face life without him — she had my mom and my aunt (18 and 15 at the time) – anyway, so hard. And this reflects that – as I see it!