Don't let your schooling interfere with your education.
~ Pete Seeger

Tuesday, June 3, 2008

Twilight

Twilight.

Day reaching into night.

I live here,

reaching

out my hand to Father Sun,

Mother Moon.


This is the land of the nighthawk

echoing call

of loneliness

and beauty.

Bats sweep

flitting wings against darkening sky.

Raccoons poke bandit faces

from blackberry jungles.

Everywhere life

stirs to rise

or sleep

in magnificent transition.


Twilight

is my country.

Banned from day and night,

a foot planted into each;

walking the place

where the wind dies

and the sky

paints colors

abandoned by rainbows.


Twilight

plays tricks on your eyes.

Can you see me

beautiful

in your headlights?




by Seda J. Collier

June 3, 2008

1 comment:

Kristin Krebs Collier said...

I can, Seda. That was lovely. Thank you for sharing your heart.

Security is mostly a superstition. It does not exist in nature, nor do the children of men as a whole experience it. Avoiding danger is no safer in the long run than outright exposure. Life is either a daring adventure, or nothing. To keep our faces toward change and behave like free spirits in the presence of fate is strength undefeatable.
~Helen Keller

Reading List for Information about Transpeople

  • Becoming a Visible Man, by Jamison Green
  • Conundrum, by Jan Morris
  • Gender Outlaw, by Kate Bornstein
  • My Husband Betty, by Helen Boyd
  • Right Side Out, by Annah Moore
  • She's Not There, by Jennifer Boylan
  • The Riddle of Gender, by Deborah Rudacille
  • Trans Liberation, by Leslie Feinberg
  • Transgender Emergence, by Arlene Istar Lev
  • Transgender Warriors, by Leslie Feinberg
  • Transition and Beyond, by Reid Vanderburgh
  • True Selves, by Mildred Brown
  • What Becomes You, by Aaron Link Raz and Hilda Raz
  • Whipping Girl, by Julia Serano

I have come into this world to see this:
the sword drop from men's hands even at the height
of their arc of anger
because we have finally realized there is just one flesh to wound
and it is His - the Christ's, our
Beloved's.
~Hafiz