Figuring Out Life While Aging
The glittering lake mirrors
the sun that faded
your young grin.
Is this peace or loss,
or simply the sun’s rotations
announcing changes?
The world’s surface shifts -
a kaleidoscope of constantly
burying and emerging stillnesses -
Glittering and storming times,
dark and morning lights,
red pains and quiet waves.
We wade watching
the swimming others
until we, too, drown.
There’s peace during and after
our time clasping hands
too tightly and not tightly enough.
The sky is never
still,
constant in unnoticeable
changes,
hidden till time passes
Like who I love
and how
this moment holds
their presence
and releases us into changing.
cross-posted – https://joanvinallcox.substack.com/p/morning-winds
I turn to the mirror
that is no longer there
seeking an answer
to the invisible question.
The wind blows
changes across time,
neutral within the moment
as a butterfly’s flight.
The pines stand black
against a grey-white sky.
They, too, are temporary
and will rot or burn,
but their boughs dance
and sway
in the passing wind.
Now.
I find myself lost again struggling for breath in a closed up car, riding on a road not yet built invisible between two cities The undrawn map - (and breath) take shape in the dark, outlined by the headlights. The search party won't come until I am found
from Mapping The Wilderness
“Sea change or sea-change is an English idiomatic expression which denotes a substantial change in perspective, especially one which affects a group or society at large, on a particular issue.” Wikipedia
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