A Small Gift
…is awareness, at first,
and then it may take over,
for a while, and also recede
if it must, and at times, it must.
That sometimes gentle ebb and flow,
and sometimes powerful undercurrent
you must swim parallel to, to get to shore,
on the diagonal. I met a man a day or two
before he drowned; gungho
about the water, he seemed.
He was proving things.
Dim
When I think of dim memories, they aren’t, in a sense,
unlit inside my mind, rather they are the ones where
shadows were looming at the time, which I could not see,
having perceived my life as a well-lit space, which it was not.
(And probably neither was/is yours?) Anyway, anyway, anyway…
you know what I mean.
