Words & soundscape by M. Leona Godin
Photos & visionscape by Todd Jackson
I Will Never Be Sorry
M. Leona Godin 2012
I see that jagged desert, encircled by horizon,
Topped with that great dome of exalted blue heavens above:
And I will never be sorry
To have felt those frozen hands that burn to thaw
Or that lovely cool sliver of a moon.
That great lost love that blazed so quick, and look! There’s another one shone!
And I will never be sorry
To have seen your face, to have loved it with spit and fire.
And I will never be sorry to have seen those fucking butterflies-
Literally fucking butterflies – falling from the sky
(It’s hard to fly when you’re fucking)
So you drop
Into the hand of one who will never be sorry she saw you
Drop dancing into the palm of her and danced till you darted apart.
Up and away into that close slab of sky,
Chipped away by those eucalyptuses, um eucalypti??
O whatever they are called; they do not belong there;
Those Australian trees on a Santa Cruz,
Find the monarchs from god only knows where
That impossible grove with accessible walks and its stupid visitors hut,
Winds that might yet blow it all away..
On that ocean sit those natural bridges,
Carved out by a thousand years of pounding
Had I, like them, energy enough and time,
I would never ever ever be sorry.
