Poetry Tuesdays — Villanelle

It’s easy to forget how much we crave physical touch and connection with someone else and, how those bonds are created and broken. But, no matter who we share those connections with, we all move forward each day, separating ourselves from those we love because, well, one day those physical connections become cold, frozen, and end.

– Marilyn Hacker

Every day our bodies separate,
explode torn and dazed.
Not understanding what we celebrate

we grope through language and hesitate
and touch each other, speechless and amazed;
and every day our bodies separate

us further from our planned, deliberate
ironic lives. I am afraid, disphased,
not understanding what we celebrate

when our fused limbs and lips communicate
the unlettered power we have raised.
Every day our bodies’ separate

routines are harder to perpetuate.
In wordless darkness we learn wordless praise,
not understanding what we celebrate;

wake to ourselves, exhausted, in the late
morning as the wind tears off the haze,
not understanding how we celebrate
our bodies. Every day we separate.

Until next time,


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