[ ballerina toes XI - tears of alexander. ]

[ ballerina toes XI - tears of alexander. ]


i knocked.

it was a timid sound, even to my ears
the kind of noise one would expect from
a trembling, rebuked child
at his parent's bedroom door.

there was a moment
where every thought that had ever
embodied the glorious, reverent idea of sara
came spilling back in a vicious torrent
threatening to drown me with their weight.

she opened the door to me
all splendid in her particular distant radiance
a solitary butterfly in winter
when all her fellows had died.

i think i understood in that moment
what alexander must have felt
as he wept for the lack of lands left to conquer
for i saw the sentiment there
as she looked at me and finally realized
that she conquered me a lifetime ago.



Ashley A. Wolfe