far away and closer

All day I have been shuffling words. They clack clack against my fingerbones.

Until finally I throw them all up and inbetween the long wild rising and the fall I find what I've been looking for.


I shall go down to a beach in my mind. I shall become half invisible behind the high sharp grasses at the edge of New Zealand. And when I have dragged drowned things from the dark waters, and when the stars are all buried in the hills, and when I am a story right through me, then I'll know how to shape that heart-stopping, breath-holding moment of silence into words that lie gently in my hands, surrendered and ready for dissection.


Wingfall at dusk said...

Gosh!! That is stunning - so wonderfully and beautifully expressed that I too am silenced.
I want to lock those words deep inside me until I can hear their song against my bones.

sarah said...

Thank you so much :-) How kind.

The most fascinating thing is that my statistics tell me no one has read this post - and yet here you have commented on it! Are you are traveller from the future, maybe?

Wingfall at dusk said...

Haha - I tread lightly across these virtual pages leaving no imprint of my passing!!
I have exactly the same thing with my statistics too. I think they're a bit like the peace of God in that they passeth all understanding! :)