Day 2
Something needs to be said. Something needs to be written.
Facebook eats my face. Facezombie. I have no Internet access which is great. I need to come to terms with so much. This retreat was needed by all of us. So much matters and so much does not. I keep you with me. Your scent alights on my skin. I want to go under water and make no sounds. I want to fill with water and drown a lovely death.
PLAY
My fingertips are tender from playing guitar. I like the little twinges that remind me that I am working hard again. My hand strength will come back and my skills will improve.
Patti Smith’s Banga is incredible. Her poetic power is full-on on this album. I love the entire work but I love Mosaic and Constantine’s Dream the best. It rouses something great and infinite within me. I am inspired to write a poem-song, too.
THE VEIL
Am D
The veil that kept her a secret,
Am D
the veil that hid her from life, lifted
Am D
and her face shone like a radiance–
Am G
She set fire to the boarded house.
Am D
She walked through the fire unburned.
Am D
She walked through the ashes of men.
Am D
The land of her people smoldered.
Am G
She became fully alive.
D Am
And all of the scars inflicted
D Am
in the name of holy honor
D Am
were burnished to nothing.
Em Am
And no man could waylay her
Em Am
into motherhood or shame.
Em Am
She was free to love man or woman.
D G
Free to seek her own way.
D Am
When the veil lifted
D Am
her face became like the moon
D Am
and lit her solitary journey.
Em Am
She walked until she found water,
Em Am
drowning in her own image:
D G
a reflection she meant to kiss.
© 2012 Clare L. Martin
Clare L. Martin 