Perspective

It’s a new year, and the less said of the old one, better. What fresher way to start the new calendar than with a poem from Poetry Monday. Take a deep breath, exhale slowly, and allow the following to help give you a new perspective.

perspective

home for most feels large,

full of the owned accumulation of a past.

friends, relations orbit

(beloved Moon, uncle Pluto in Baltimore)

exerting tidal forces, streaking the sky according to importance,

the self enjoying Copernican  pride of place.

slip away

like a leaf drops to a stream,

become one bit bobbing anonymous,

bumping against detritus in the flow.

though a few neighbors

note the absence of a single leaf,

the tree still stands.

the discovery

of what one is and needs,

the list so basic essential,

a blueprint

clear uncompromising as thin ice

for building concrete from abstraction –

freedom.

p.ferenczi

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