Sunday, June 25, 2017

Breath

Here in this place
putting my trust in wind and water
in serendipity
I turn away from making anything happen

This is my new life
my other lives have been recorded
for anyone to view anytime
I am not re-enacting

I am in a beautiful otherness
perhaps to rejoin elsewhere
or be joined here or somewhere
a planet in an outer circuit

Sometimes I am screaming Find Me
Sometimes I delight in all

Without compulsion nor detachment, there I am, unfinished and inbetween

Straddling Fate.


Wednesday, June 21, 2017

A Language of Absence

I will leave the pressed flower in the book I never read

the one you placed into my hand so many moons ago

your own moon long eclipsed

I cannot now believe I carried those books thousands of miles

and your shadow longer