I didn’t wake up with the intention to write Sanity poems.
I never wake up with the intention to write Insanity poems either.
The poems are a great Zen Master spouting lessons
Of coming and going and coming and going. Allow
What is to Be. That was my intention when I woke up.
~for my Sister
The door
to yesterday opens —
creaks at the hinges.
In another time
we are sitting, playing
in burnished sand —
barely-born, fresh presence,
two toddlers, laughing
into growing, into years later
we will run
past the familiar
in search of more.
***
The dilapidated bridge —
the one we walked
across into freedom —
still stands.
Straw-thatch, mud-glue
built across
dangerous-deep
ravines of memory —
We agree
never look down
never look back
march forward
Forget
those long dusty days
when we
were still children.
Forget
every smile we lost
every tear we cried.
It’s only water across skin,
nothing more.
October 2011
Artwork, Final Destination, by Photodream Art. By Den Bosch, Noord Brabant – Netherlands. Please visit here to see more about this artist and to see other artwork.
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