Wednesday, September 20, 2023

an unfolding

I have been dreaming of people
invisible mountains I exhaled 
into existing

twisting, quickening and though 
short-lived as grass, are seeds 
spiraling in space

are tendrils--of time and desire
opening and expanding
nodding, knowing

a  presence  here to make up for
an absence there, everywhere
the whims of distance 

I... wonder at the un-being before, 
after--the gasp of busy-ness now
marks how life slips by 
Note: I did not expect when I started writing that in writing about the space we occupy, I would slip into--and invoke--ideas of galaxies. I think some of this came from dreaming last night--vividly--of people who were important for a season but I may never see again. And I miss Scout so much... my irrational search for him certainly spans every interpretation of "heavens."

Pic: I found this perfect and early autumnal tree in the grocery store parking lot!


StephLove said...

Lovely tree. We won't have fall colors for a while here.

Nicole said...

Beautiful! Oh my!!

NGS said...

Sometimes I like to think about the fact that I will have breathed at least one air molecule that Socrates and Margaret Sanger did. My place on this planet is small.

maya said...

I think you would too, Sarah.

Thankfully, we're mostly in the green here too, Steph.

Thank you, Nicole!

Wow, NGS. That's so humbling... Thank you for sharing that.

Gillian said...

Nice picture and poem.

"praying for peace/living with love"

The world is so beautiful and the world is so terrifying. Over 17,000 people have been killed by bombs and gunfire in the past eight weeks.....