Category Archives: still

Stretched

27 Thursday Jun 2024

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Stretched thin by uncertainty,

by loss,

now an inseparable blend:

A gossamer veil.

Another world, active as this one,

signals faintly,

in blurred sound, through garbled sight,

from the other side.

I sit on dead calm sea

in my little light boat, just me.

No waft of wind, or lapping tide..

I squirm inside knowing nothing

can be done.

Sitting here while the surrounding world

holds its breath

I look about at the shorelessness

wondering,

what could possibly be next?

For now, I sit

reminding my lungs to expand,

to release,

to expand,

to release…

other worlds can’t communicate

without a hollow

for silence.

Movement of a bone

12 Sunday Feb 2023

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Movement of a bone.

Suddenly.

A gate I never thought I’d walk through

swings open–

access to land traversed by others

but never by me

spreads wide and borderless.

Vast, a savannah,

broad, an ocean,

hidden, intricate, bold–

a cave, universe of a moss, storm cloud.

Speechless, held still and utterly restless,

I do not know what emergence now includes me

but this smile keeps flashing across my teary face.

The unanswerable

16 Friday Jul 2021

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How do you prepare for something

that can’t be prepared for?

How do you lighten your load knowing

what comes next requires lightness yet

her terrain, her ways,

are utterly unknown?

A voice calls down lengthy corridors,

twisting the unremitting labyrinth,

sound bouncing, all warps and echoes and dives–

who raises it may be behind, ahead..

Impossible to say.

So you must sit where you are,

without guidance or plan,

steeping in agitation, discomfort, a readiness to go,

still,

while the journey approaching may be next week

or a year from now.

Alas, where you are is what you must be.

And to what will that bring you?

Wah, there rests the unanswerable.