by Justine C. Tajonera
The ride home was dark,
dreary,
my eyes were half-closed
with exhaustion.
There are days
like these
to come.
There are tears waiting,
a slow collapse
of armor
and walls
and anything propping
up what's left
of my flagging
spirit.
But there are just as many
days
bright with sunshine,
hugs, and many-
colored fireworks
and miracles.
And while I hold in my head
that I can paint any
blank canvas
of time
I know that
sadness has a place
beside joy.
So, together, we sit,
dinner companions in life
and death,
eating and drinking
what we can
on the
stage.
April 14, 2010
Painting of the Wedding Feast at Cana from http://www.flickr.com/photos/storm-crypt/3772299208/
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