Clarity Comes in Waves

Clarity Comes in Waves

 

There's no use looking too closely,

You're looking for it, so,

you know it will appear.

Maybe not today, and not yesterday,

but because you are looking,

it will appear.

Everything you imagine,

is happening.

Maybe not here, or to you, or your love,

But, you thought it

and it becomes.

Maybe the clouds just arrive

in clumps of endless gauzy skyfulls.

Molecules of ideas, thoughts, and possible tomorrows,

percolated essences of sentient evaporations.

Droplets fall into gravity.

You look in the mirror 

for a way to defy the pull.

But clarity comes in waves.

And by counting the waves breaking over the rocks

Instead of finding the pause,

you feel the force of each passing year,

everything happens,

you see it all,

so let go.

.

When I Heard Your Heartbeat, I Cried 20/30

#NaPoWriMo Challenge: Write a poem that states the things you know. 

The ground beneath my feet is really layers 

and layers of time.

Stepping softly won’t slow my growing old.

Walking in circles only makes me dizzy.

I know I need to embrace this journey. 

The sun doesn’t choose whose eyes to shine in -

I am here as witness to each glimmer. 

Your spring hydrates my crisp summer leaves.

When I heard your heartbeat I cried,  knowing 

The flood was on the way - and I knew how to swim.

I had thought I knew what love was,

I had thought I knew,

But love is like time,

beneath my feet,

with each step,

I grow wiser.

Tomorrow is Tax Day 14/30

Each moment is significant. 

For example, this line at the post office. 

Tomorrow is tax day. 

That mom with the two young children. 

What she says to them: wait here. 

How they look at her. 

And they are watching, learning, learning about waiting. 

Children are always learning about waiting. 

The older woman behind me. 

How she chews her fingers and looks around. 

Once she was young and then after that she was somewhere in between 

like me. 

Each line has a memory of another line. 

Whether or not the end of any line gets you what you wanted, 

the wait is often noted, recorded, reviewed. 

Each anticipation of any wait-er has been solidified in the mind; 

calcified blocks of 

personal stories and vignettes. 

How our waiting settles into these clerks, 

perhaps to ground their slowness to slow 

and then seemingly slower.

Did someone press pause on this moment? 

Is it for me to finally notice?

Should I take this time for something significant? 

Conversely, sometimes it seems we believe 

that frantically looking around at anyone 

who will meet our eye will speed up the process. 

We are all waiting for our turn. 

Life is not waiting for us, but oh how we wait for it. 

For it to happen. 

For it to unfold and reveal its mysteries. 

Right now is always fighting our anxiety with 

elongated space between here and there. 

Every line in our life is like time passing. 

How we wait is telling. 

How we wait 

is who we are

In each 

significant moment. 

I'm No Sooner Arrived 8/30

I'm back from the woods where I spend a few days off the grid...I couldn't post for #napowrimo, so the following posts will be catch up posts of what I put together at Breightenbush Hot Springs in Oregon.

Sooner and later I'm always

Looking for shadows and shapes

That disappear behind 

Each distraction,

Dissolve into every reflection

And dip beneath an under-looked depth. 

And later I awake to find 

I'm no sooner arrived. 

Lengths of Time Like an Inch Worm

Let me know when you take flight.

And how the air is sweeter,

That leaves a bitter trail as you go.

I’ll be watching from below.

How the air breathes sweeter,

Swollen with fertile scents and satiated longings.

Left with the bitter trail, here I stay

Watching from afar in the gap between the twist and fray

Swollen, with fertile scents, to satiate the longings,

The lengths of time like an inch worm.

Watching, from afar, the gap twists the fray

Alone I lay.

In lengths of time

you to will land, tired,

Near to where I lay below,

As you share your sweetened glow.