Journey to Your Deepest Self

Despair

She trembles with fear Her hand shakes As the wine glass is raised to lips Ever thirsty Ever quenched Ever dry Ever hungry Ever spitting Foulness and stench All the children have been killed The mothers too She is the last one Some were killed with hatred and violence But most were simply neglected Until they ceased to exist She is the last one and She fears for her life And yet, For her death Sometimes she wonders at life’s tenacity At how hard it is to die Given how hard it is to live But mostly she just trembles and Holds on Waiting She forgets to want anything It was the children who wanted And they are gone Every moment is only Watching and waiting And without the children She is like wallpaper Like wood Like dirt Everything she is Depends on what’s next And since what’s next is never grasped Never quite gotten to Always beyond She is nothing And the longer she is nothing The bigger she grows And the more...

Approaching

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A Sense of Place

It is morning, the sun is shining, birds are calling and glinting dew is beaded along grass blades. Or, it is night, a moonless night, and stars are shining above the gardens, the neighborhoods, the beaches, the parking lots, the wars, the deceit, the lovers, the killers. In other words, You. Nothing changes anything. Because there is more than one way to read that, because of that time we drove in silence all the way to the ocean, because my shovel kills, because she hid herself at recess, because I got her back a day later, because he died on a motorcycle, because she’s afraid of flying, because he was always stuck in the crib, because she knocked it down, because there was a rip in her jeans at the knee, because that kid looked up into the face of the person holding his hand, because she saw it happen, because he sat there and said it, because the light changed, just then, because you quit, because I said so, because of time, because they listened to the tickling, chiming sound of the waves licking the beach, because everything that matters is here, now. In other words,...
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