Jessi Baca
First Place, Poetry, 2004 Arbuckle Creative Writing Awards
Fearfully Happy by Jessi Baca
The brilliant orange of the sun
or the pale yellow of a daffodil
Twinges of joy.
A cool spring breeze
blowing blissfully over my face,
Periods of contentment.
The refreshing bittersweet taste of tea
On a sweltering summer day,
Flashes of happiness.
A realizing breath of finality
To see an utterly completed work,
Moments of satisfaction.
The sweet night air rushing through my hair
On a swift road trip,
Glad to the brink of fear.
Love by Jessi Baca
Poor man drawn into love
like a fish into the sea.
Love washing over him
with such value and greatness.
In and out
this coming tide,
always to return to shore
Yet to return once more to the ocean,
and for him those fleeting moments
are full of love's embrace.
Poor man
so full of unattainable love,
that his loves become a thought of love.
And like the coming tide
its idea is enough to hold him captive,
and trapped.