Birthday Poem

By Eva Juliette Tortora

And after a while you learn

that I do some of my best work when Im hungry, say the most

poetic prayers when im lonely

and fix things when they are most broken.

Like a dove's wings spelling

out the alphabet,

my poetry is born sometimes under the moon

without anyone by my side.

But boy, when it's dawn

and the sun sets upon the shadow

of my fingertips, my tongue turns to gold

and like a ceramic tile vase breaking

roses spill from me and everywhere around me and I am whole, sweet wholeness,

basking  in a sun of Glory after a night of sparrows,

sinking slowly down.