17 May 2009
Sometimes I don't know what the hell
I'm doing, and the memory of knowing
flows away like the waters
of the Flood Ditch.
Dixie Addition is always
in my memory, in my dreams,
even though it is only
one world of childhood,
one world of my beginning:
world of the Flood Ditch,
world of dirt roads that end
where the forest begins.
I remember crawling across damp logs
across deep streams of violent waters,
eroded rocks like skulls of drowned children,
and broken branches reaching out from bank to bank
as if to grab hold of my thin arms.
My great aunt would wait for me, smiling
because I would not stand up and walk across.
I remember being afraid of the brittle branches,
of the violent waters,
of the skulls of drowned children.
When I reached the other side
it was always like an epiphany,
physically manifest in still being alive,
the end and the beginning of everything.
All my life I've been practicing
walking upright across damp logs.
© 2009, Satya J. Gabriel