AWAY, FROM
away from the jangle i step out the back door to see, to see what the ocean has to say
my bicycle could breeze me to its banks but, the truth is just as much the fix is that self reliant prelude forward progress through open space my quiet cadence begins the humbling, the curtain pulling back
and then, then the big, huge blue always so excited to see me! surf swelling and fading 2 steps up, 1 step back dissolving its issues, while creating some new
and up and up and up the clouds, their sift the boundless wonder above and, i in between
who could ask for a better greeting? no task except to yield yield and accept this gospel sung in two parts nothing to do but extend it some moments to find its own way in
away from my quandaries i have wandered and clutching my reset i step through the front door the fix in for today
(AWAY, FROM by Susan Currie, as published in the fall 2024 edition of Still Point Arts Quarterly) |
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