I Am A Marvel Tender

I Am a Marvel Tender

I don’t rush the bloom,
nor beg the celebs to talk in louder tongues.
I sit with shadows, gradual and nonetheless,
till their tales spill like heat tea.

I don’t search to unravel the sky—
solely to witness how the sunshine
folds into cloud,
how the wind cradles the final golden leaf
like a whispered farewell.

I collect symbols like river stones,
each easy with reminiscence,
each buzzing a quiet delusion
no textbook ever taught me.

I write to not clarify—
however to recollect.
To hint the curve of a sense
earlier than it vanishes.

My digital camera will not be a hunter.
It’s a bowl,
catching the glint of a chook
or the trembling of my very own breath
towards the daybreak.

I construct altars out of abnormal issues—
a spoon, a feather, a phrase unstated.
I consider holiness lives
within the moments we don’t submit,
within the silences we maintain like heirlooms.

I don’t preach.
I have a tendency.
I don’t declare fact.
I gentle small lanterns and place them alongside the trail,
simply in case somebody
is strolling at midnight
and nonetheless believes
in marvel.

– Vendredi