Emergence

[Chandra]

This is a poem i wrote years ago, before being given the name Chandra, which refers to the Goddess of the Moon. Seems even then She was talking to me...

EMERGENCE

There is an emptiness growing in my soul.
Like a child in the womb
it gnaws at me.

Fed on broken wings and
crusts of ideas;
it burns like a bonfire.

All I can see
is the still silence
hanging above the ocean
on a cloudy night.



The moon sends white reflections
across the surface of the water
like the secrets of a lover.

She tells me to listen.



Somewhere, the aching thing
is growing.
It is dark inside the heart
and as cold as winter
in Wisconsin.

It hibernates,
waiting for the moment to explode
in anger
or love.

Create me, it cries,
but I cannot find the thing.
I can only hear it...


Buried in the snow drifts,
sinking in the dark ocean,
hidden
in the sparkling image of the moon
cast in the mirror
of a puddle.




copyright Chandra 2002