Alice Walker’s Mornings / of an impossible love

On the morning you woke beside me–already thinking of going away–the sun did not fill my window as it does most mornings. Instead there was cloud and threat of snow. How I wish it could always be this way–that on mornings he cannot come himself, the sun might send me you.

 

Watching you frown at your face in the mirror this morning I almost thought you disapproved of the little dark shadow standing behind you its arms around your waist…

 

Two mornings ago you left my little house. Only two steps from my fingers & you were gone, swallowed down swiftly by my spiral stairs…

 

Why do you wish to give me over to someone else? “Such and such young man you’re sure to like” you say “for he is a fine, cheerful fellow, very sensitive” and one thing and another. Sometimes it is as if you’d never listened to my heartbeat, never heard my breath in your ear, never seen my eyes when you say such things…

 

This is what you told me once. Must I believe you? “We are really Easterners, you and I. The rising of the Sun brings with it our whole Philosophy.”

 

-Alice Walker, Mornings / of an impossible love

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