Detritus

There is no composition

Without decomposition

We break down

Broken down by fates and whims

The sun shines

The wind howls

The rain falls

The rotting and decay

Spirits falling and flagging and flailing

Components revealed

Bleached bones of old structures

Half buried by what used to be

Gone

Our youth

Gone

Our pride

Gone

Our strength

Molecules become atoms

Reforming into new molecules

Reprocessed

All the material at the ready

For composition

We write our stories in time

One decision after the next

Seeds splitting open to sprout

Recombining the secret patterns

Into glittering webs of life

We sing hope into the sky

Bright streams of glorious light

One note after the next

A chorus

A melody

A symphony

From that pain and joy

Wringing something new out of the earth

Until we are so far away from the detritus

That we forget

Have forgotten

That it was born from utter destruction

Of what had been

Broken down through time

Rocks became rubble

Oceans rose and fell

Fires flamed and fed

We turn

We turn

We turn to stone and

When the butterfly lands

On our shoulders

We return to life

To grow and glow and shine

Hearts open and eyes bright

I Drowned

In the bog I lay

Sinking deeper into sludge

Wrapped in silt and mud

Dampened by these roots and reeds

Birds on rushes singing dirge

A heron standing vigil on the shore

I sing I scream no longer

Muted underwater

Dragonflies dancing in the air

Above me darting daring

And deeper dreaming me

Opens eyes which cannot see

I’m made of clay and squirming things

Becoming grass and greener springs

Returned to source and sourceless born

Alive and dead and

Dead alive

My spirit mired in weighted worries

Sending up a single shoot

Without the mud no blooming blossomed

This concentrated beauty bridging

Otherworld and worldly others

Unfolded petals worshipping the sun

Floating on serenity and calm

I was undone

Shaped and molded

Celestial bonded

Seeking heaven

Rising from this shrouded wetland

Just to hold your hand

Just to hold your hand

white flower on body of water
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Poem October 22, 2020

Caught in the spaces between

Letters

Thoughts

Breath

A web of heart lights

Span gulfs

Flying buttresses

Holding a new pattern

Embryonic cocoon of potential

A difficult birth

Resurfacing

Harmonic knitting

Quilting and tatting

Canopy of spirit

Don’t lose heart

Swim

Murmur

Shout

Thrive