The Pilgrim is Bridled and Bespectacled

World, I honor you

The Pilgrim is Bridled and Bespectacled

World, I honor you.
After everything
we've been through
 
I honor you and take you with me
up the mountainside
where we will live
in wonderment.
 
I take you to the desert
where we shrivel like worms
and become tongues
for other people to kiss with.
 
World there are two baskets
on my back.
Fill them. Fill them with fruit
and more fruit.
 
Or fill them with whatever
is customary
but tell me it is fruit.
Call it something good.
 
World, some have satisfied their thirst.
But I am the crying-out animal
who can see in the dark.
Forgive me.
 
Bridget Lowe

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Poem ©2010 Bridget Lowe, all rights reserved. Used by permission of the author and publisher Scribner. Film ©2012 Motionpoems, Inc., all rights reserved.

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