On a day like this

On a day like this I yearn
for the music to take me
by heart. Take me to

a place of succulence. Full
of juice and wild abandonment.
My hunger is dancing a

salsa – my thirst a glint in
my eye. My bones a drum
that beats a truth. A knowing

weaved by the moon. For

my bones come from this earth
and my bones will return to this
earth – and my soul?

My soul a mystery to which I bow.

My voice these words
breathing life into wounds
turning mold into silver mist gold.

On a day like this broken
open – I bless my cracks
singing light.

© Ansa Smit, January 2015.

                 There is a crack in everything. That is how the light comes in. – Leonard Cohen.


2 thoughts on “On a day like this

  1. The power and ‘fertility’ of this poem touch me. Thank you for sharing.

    (Are you familiar with Women Who Run With the Wolves, by Clarissa Pinkola Estes? I’ll see you tomorrow, dear, amazing, powerful woman.)


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