Congruence. Inner and outer energy. Until there is a breach. Where can we meet this way again? Right now we have only shadows. There’s an artist that paints faint animals (or
are they just shadows?), rarely square on the canvas. Their image feels like a loss pulling on you.
How come we’re so far removed from the ground of our being; as if we live on a
magic carpet and not on the earth? Every
species that dies is like a singer leaving the chorus.
I was captured by shadows after
my sister died. Shadows in summer are
refuge. Shadows in spring are painting and dancing. Are they also considered
nature? Who can you ask? I was trying to find a way to write about the
earth and make a persuasive argument, to anyone willing to listen, to use less
gasoline, less water, to be less wasteful.
I got as far as the shadows and began to make a list that was a timeline
of sorts.
Here’s
my list:
riding
waves
bookie
father
Newark
Yiddish
a
tangled heart
maneuvering
through space and time
the
search for the daughter and the search for the mother
the
age limit to being a tomboy
the
charms of curves
are
shadows also nature?
It’s the shadows before spring buds the
trees with its rough brush of color that I love the most. The movement of the wind through the
evergreens, the soft shells of cascading sounds in my ears. The wind and the
shadows. The soft sounds without machine
noise.
I know that I ignore so much to see
this. My struggle is simple. How to bear the pain of on-going disregard
and self-destruction. How to choose
where to help? How to be compassionate
and to have compassion for the self also.
Thoughts have shadows too.
the
wild blue poem series is comprised of two sections. the first is grief, the
second is resilience. this is from the section called “II Resilience”. the
entire book is available through Amazon Kindle at: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B00E2UU19O
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