Jan G. Otterstrom F.

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Rain constant now, gutters overflowing
immersed, as in the sea, engendering waves
that form us even among alien crowds
layers of wet fields overlaying memory
its genetic codes brilliant lace work tied
to my heart, its desolate stretches afflicted
with loneliness, bearing the burden of
tears, haunted still beneath arched hanging
branches overgrowth opening the way deep
into me, leading to the fabled forbidden
glen, of my solitude where I sit with her
who has never come for me, holding stones
dazzling in their preciousness, rupturing
the need to know, moving beyond a green
threshold, bonding the broken parts pending
healing wounds, running streams to the sea
veiling our faces to remember where we
were born coming out of white breakers.

c) Jan G. Otterstrom F.
    June 5, 2009
    Costa Rica