by Sonya Ki Tomlinson
Pearl on the tip
of my nose
drops into the
Ocean of Milk
flooding my heart
I laugh to myself
as if awakening suddenly
from a lucid dream
for so long I have wrestled
with an angel
danced, courted and eloped
with a figment of my imagination
not realizing that the mystery
I've sought for umpteen lifetimes
that fleeting, enchanting shadow
was never apart from me
never separate or distant
in fact, right under my nose
as near and dear as the
breath darting in and
out of my nostrils
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Last updated February 22, 2014