I have been dreaming of people
invisible mountains I exhaled
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
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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!
5 comments:
Lovely tree. We won't have fall colors for a while here.
Beautiful! Oh my!!
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.
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.
Nice picture and poem.
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