Hijack

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Memoir  |  House: Booksie Classic
A year ago, my grandpa passed away. It was a strange moment, I had literally just flown back from a beautiful top-of-the-mountain experience in Italy, and then was suddenly thrown into the shock of death and grief.
Altough i wasn't hijacked on the plane back from Italy, the following experience was like being hijacked. Taken somewhere you really didn't expect to go. This poem was a result of that feeling.
Enjoy.

Submitted: May 06, 2008

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Hijack

You send a tremor through my body,
an earthquake shakes the ground so
how can foundations hold the stone of
ages with the ever dizzy storm?

Sights and sound of marble ground that
heats the body and mind and soul to
find that jubilate deo rolled her tongue
and sung me back to morning song...

I cried, 'I will meet you in this mourning
And wash your feet with my hair.'
I cried,

'Whom have I in heaven but you?
And earth has nothing I desire besides
you.'


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