Celebration
By Martina Reisz Newberry
The morning's birthday rang through us like
a gong. Outside, no one believed there
was such a thing as mortality
and there was a perpetual grin
on the windshields of the cars down
in the street. Someone may have been
dreaming us, but we hoped they would not
wake up; our happiness was that
feral. We were safe and slipped into
the day on the remnants of last night's
moon. Over glasses of tea, we read
each other's palms to see where we were
going, but we could see only that
there is more than one truth in this world.
The morning's birthday showed us where to
how to begin the celebration,
where to put our things and where to go out
so that others could come in and find ease.
First published in Where it Goes (Deerbrook Editions, 2014)
Source: http://www.deerbrookeditions.com/
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