I am from the stream that split the rock usunder
Cutting a path so wide,
the East no longer recognized the West
I am from “For God so loved the world, He gave His only begotten son”,
and, “Thou shalt have no other gods before me”
Verses bounce off the granite cliffs,
Contradictions echo, colliding in midair,
the divide widens
I am from bobby pins and cinnamon Trident,
the smell reminds me of when the rock was one
From princesses with eyes wider than their waists
and shame for falling short
The splitting terrain left its marks on flawless skin
I am from Bobby and Venus, Danny-elle and Gabby-fifi-ella
From long dresses at Jessica McClintock and hours lying on Lahaina’s sand
From cold cabbage in water broth to hot crab and artichoke dip
Nurturing water filled the void, a lush garden grew from parched land
And My cup runneth over,
I shall not want
I am from a longing, for East to reunite with West,
from a steep cavern of lost souls, death from the split,
their suffering unresolved
Haunting
From a deep, suffocating sadness which cuts through my sides,
leaving me breathless, for want of you both, of you all together again
In a glowing room full of presents
By Monica Festa
