It’s another Monday, following an eventful week. That means it’s Poetry Monday. The title of today’s poem, though not dealing with the issues facing us today, embodies the wish that many of us have for our country. Be well, be safe.
the discovery as one foot follows the other:
there is no alone.
I am always with myself.
a realization as liberating as dreaming,
lesson lost from childhood,
hidden these years in company and distraction.
my mind is a snail shell.
thoughts run the inward spiral
a gravitational path
a closing orbit
faster toward the center
spinning to comprehension.
I and I are we.
usually, we are quiet.
we observe as one.
we note how the sunflowers stare across their field,
craning necks, searching horizon for what has gone
but might return.
in silence we hear the clap of confident sandals
stride across a Roman living room,
the sure step of a man who knows empire will endure.
we finger a blue ribbon of sky
pinched over an alley
and crosshatched with a cotton contrail
we speak and listen
like a juggler throws and catches.
we do not discuss the weather or sports.