not what the writing is about
Carried away --to a wholly different
place some say down under
And that journey was almost as easy
as where I sit now arriving here
Concepts always get in the way
even when they are sought after
As aides in some kind of play of
direct experiencing presumingly
That one down under --what goes on there?
after thought place name namesake
Hailed by some obeisance to fortitude
among women --what is celebration?
Then arriving where place name rings
true having followed a calling approaching
Exquisiteness quietude awe the white
of early winter touching down --here
Arrival is of no consequence as it is
the ever present way of all things
The patterns of life both leaving
traces and tracing what is --left behind
I find I am here where here there
breaking likeness whilst finding alike
these words just found: what I wouldn't give
to find myself in a place like this...*
I find I am here where here there
breaking likeness whilst finding alike
these words just found: what I wouldn't give
to find myself in a place like this...*
*recorded words at the very end of the song, The Canterbury Tale by Dreadzone
where you awe...sounds beautiful.
ReplyDeletethanks for reading and also taking in (redundancy intended...)
ReplyDeleteyes, awe as a verb. tonight this place (the penthouse) makes its own sounds and so do the animals in their sleep. the tv is muted, too much redundancy about elections, and poetry is happening. so good to have a brief conversation with you, Rachel. Hugs.
~ ketchum, idaho on a very warm day, now into the evening (snow forecasted for end of week again)