quartz like this
in the beginning I relied upon repetition
over and over like two tracks in sand
like silver dollars mold themselves close
into the shore and my feet are wearing
themselves into a dream grain by grain
and still even now repeating the beat.
it’s like my first two thoughts and we say
two because we say time and that makes
us linear so really it’s just one thread
continuos like one pulse one beat you
see hear feel and it is only the illusion
of thought that even suggests difference.
and the thing about a thread is that they’re
all circles woven like a meal or like rain or
your life or a child’s color of eye and you
can never get to either start or finish without
the thread walking walking until only god
is left within your gathering reach.
am I alone from my own life? to live
these many years unmarried from my own
breath, from my footfalls to cousin earth,
from true hunger and true joy no more
hidden than grass from the sun? we ask
these questions when true doubt arrives
and is indeed no disguise but rather
the most generous of engaging truth.
neil reid © may 2012
Write a poem about loneliness, asks the prompt.
Maybe this is being some measure trite. Maybe I don’t care. Maybe the poem is not all done, also just like me. Didn’t start off thinking about that old sense of loneliness, just observational. But maybe that’s what I came to observe. Although not in a distressing sense, but rather just what is.
It does reflect my April experience in some sum part. I’ve been more ill than ever yet in my life during this month – more partly meaning my body could not heal itself all alone. That’s not my usual experience. Better now, but for April that was my major focus. Yet too, perhaps it also allowed me to step outside my personal “usual” in many aspects of my life. Maybe well worth the price.
Written for the We Write Poems prompt #104 by Irene.
I wandered lonely as a cloud.