Friday, May 8, 2009

Sajada

Your eyes held me as a lover, I was loathe to blink lest I break that contact
Your arms rocked me as a child, one who was infinitely safe and secure
Your words soothed me to slumber, when the world and my inner self were both at war
Your pride made me feel as if I was most beautiful woman, though I was far from that

You sat on your haunches and came to a stop
I watched as you effortlessly bent down.
I couldn’t help but watch you perform that most personal of all conversations.
As your head touched the floor, I was fascinated by the practiced, measured, calm movements.

I realized that though you spoke few words, each one was meaningful.

Your spurts of energy hinted at the carefree stubborn child you’d once been.
I watched it all, I watched you … fascinated. My heart, mind and soul catalogued each new revelation replete with the emotions and minute details of each instance.

I sit here now, remembering it all. I riffle through that catalogue, patient and happy with the memories of you.