ever feeling no need
of any sort
no need for more
no need for some
no need at all
for any one thing
is this a blessed state?
or a sort of purgatory?
who decides?
who should be barred
from deciding?
this is no reason to go on
this is the reason to go on
this, he wrote,
struggling to remember
the addendum intended
when he first
walked out into the sun –
the feeling
the lift that comes
from walking straight into the sun
when it floods the eye
flies almost all the way
to wherever
and, writing on,
sorting through
memories that brought me
to my knees,
and then submerged
in moments
of great exultation,
and find myself
exulting once more
and in the moment
when I first saw you
and knew suddenly
you would be the difference
in my life
the moment in which we all
would see again
and would gather together
the feeling of enough
more than ever
enough enough
and still the locomotive
roaring by
and the dog
consumed by terror
running and running
and surviving the raging wind
that carried the deepest chill
came at last
into my arms
squatting there in the very dark
attaching and attaching
to us, to you, to me
ever the feeling
home and homeless
tame and wild
broken and unbroken
new and striving
ancient
seeking rest
and rebirth
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