Wednesday, April 12, 2006

Let the fire of my body
propel and warm me
and let each darkness
reveal its plenitude.

Let the hills
flatten under my wheels
and let the eloquent curves
yield up their good surprise.

Let my heart be obstinate
when I need to climb
and let my lowliest gears
restrain my spinning down.

Let there be flat land, too,
and into that glittering place
let me stretch with the heart of a lover,
at full speed, blind and intent.

~ Barbara Hendryson

1 comment:

Endment said...

Oh --- I could use a bit of flat land for a day or two --- sigh
Great poem