Tag Archives: Observation

Shifts

I am far away now

from everything familiar

It’s after sundown, dark

The air smells of smoke

heavy from bamboo smouldering

Crickets are singing, or katydids

And something else

A woman’s voice rising out of the darkness

Over there near the fields

we rode bicycles past today

She sings

or keens

The melody is in a minor key but

I don’t understand the language

Perhaps it’s a lullaby

I am lying here in this hammock

a young attendant just brought by and hung for me

It’s in that army camouflage pattern

In the courtyard, I saw samples of bombs

grenades and land mines recovered from the landscape here

I am looking at my familiar from a distance

From another angle

This location in the world

I am reading Margaret Atwood’s The Handmaid’s Tale

I read it before, a long time ago

It seemed like brilliant fantasy work then

Science Fiction, a Fantastic Tale

It doesn’t seem like fantasy now, this time

I’ve felt the breath of Possibility.

Have I changed so?

Or has the World changed?

Maybe I have been sleeping

Maybe I’m just waking up.

Light

Shoes are optional

No one stands guard

No entry fee or protocol

you you You arrive

Ask: is this my home?

Is this the beginning of the journey—My Journey

—Is it The End?

Not much on offer in view

Many before you have crossed

Limestone is reliable shelter

You could enter settle stay

While you contemplate others’ bones sink deeper

These walls are reinforced by thousands

who arrived hesitated undecided lived died calcified

Are you hungry?

Is imagination driving you forward or rendering you static?

Is your heart—

you remembered to bring it, yes?

Is your heartbeat a barely detectable murmur or a drumline of thunder?

What are the lyrics to Your Song

or have you not yet written them in invisible ink upon Your Skin?

You willed yourself here

Look around

You are alone but for birdsong wind green leaves clay and stone

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Repeat

It means nothing

Inhale now stretch clench your jaw close your eyes

Howl until all breath is spent

Then step one foot in front of the other as though

you know Your Intention acknowledge it

as You Walk with confidence toward The Light

Time is fading and despite appearances The Journey is long

rife with tricksters detours delays poor signage distractions

Your purpose is not singular

Your path is not direct

and Life is positively short.