The Day You Drowned- to Oswaldo, my first friend
I could hear the ocean that morning, some
thirty miles from the coast, in that way
the waves always break down without anyone
around to see the waves break down
and it made no sense that I would wake
to the sound of the waves breaking down that
morning, but there I was, awake, ocean
in my ears, and alone. I learned what happened
much later, bike tire treading water at our
park, a sign hung in the rain. You were
alone, skirting, dancing with the shore
the way you always would, the way you always did
until then, when the ocean danced with you
and led you onward, your favorite music with
your favorite partner leading you on, foam
stepping forward, you stepping back. When
the false step happened, the ocean cradled you
because you were its favorite partner
and it never wanted to lose you, to be left
alone. You, being gracious, went along.
The ocean was in my ears this morning. I hope
you're still dancing in the ocean's arms.
Little EarthquakesThis is sunrise on Ninth Street
and it is skipping stones
toward the 22 freeway as if
the other side were a lake
waiting to be rippled by duck
trails, one by one by one. This
is morning, slow rumbling sun
skimming off rooftop and rooftop
as it leaps through Little Saigon,
as it leaps toward the ocean, and we
stumble toward the sun, then toward
the closet door to push it closed,
to shut up the creaking hinge
and go elsewhere, not the stairwell
with our neighbors, not the ocean
sun-like, but to bed, to push
the tremors to silence, stillness,
as though the earth were just that
angry closet door with its screw
hole slightly stripped and all
it needed was noticing and knowing
someday it would get fixed.
Celebrate deviantART's 13th Birthday!
On the day of your birth, you were likely surrounded by those who loved you, who would lead you through the rough first scary years of life, and who would stand by as you grew into a capable person. As time passed, others may have drifted into your life, and even if you didn't know it, they also nurtured and cared for you in much the same way, helping to shape the person you would become.
When a community like deviantART is born, the same common thread binds its originators and founding members together. Over the years, more and more creative beings drift into its life and strengthen its core every single day, resulting in an exponentially inspirational powerhouse for the sheer fact that they've become a part of it. That nurturing spirit, that inherent support system, that caring community inspires deviantART to grow, and it comes from inside each and every one of you.