Indonesian Folktales

Saturday, January 12, 2013

In Go(o)d Hands


In haste I saw her
welcoming my weary smile
and teary eyes
with a casual embrace
and ensuring gaze
Opening a sacred space
for us two
amid the trance
among the crowds

I shivered
she answered calmly
to my every worries
and smile carefreely
letting me be
in the freedom to feel
anxious
broken
fragile

She took my hand
and climbed up the hill
a beautiful spot
chairs at the top
then there we sat
looking down to the ocean
there she said
Everything is in good hands
  
I raised my head
looking at her so close for the first time
I sighed
A sweet relief
recognizing her at last
As me

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