All there is
mistake intention for actual memory
the lack of speed is frightening,
running to deal with the crisis,
not getting there fast enough
and you never did turn on the tea.
There are monks who say if you
didn't get enough early on in life,
you need anchoring to the earth.
You need buttered broths and to
copy old writings by hand by
very poor light.
Ruin your eyes
it always comes back to the mother
somehow.
We're not equipped to
deal with speeding trains, that step
off the platform always the skirting
of two unknowns
one of going, one of coming away
and no — it's not the same thing.
The relief of meeting with something
solid. Let them step over my fetal
form. All the subway police need to know:
here is all there is.
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Author's Note
Panic is a bitch.
The magnificent Metazen published this piece. Yay, Metazen!
This piece made me realize how much I miss Metazen.*
The stuff of dreams from which one wakes up in a sweat. *
I just read Amanda's comment and thought Metazen was a drug ;) Seriously, great poem. Too many good lines to quote one!
" it always comes back to the mother"
Aint' dat the troot.
Enjoyed this.
Renders the event well.
"The relief of meeting with something
solid. Let them step over my fetal
form. All the subway police need to know:
here is all there is."
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* Brilliant. And because of it, I couldn't agree more with Amanda. At least there's this.
Yay you! *
"Let them step over my fetal
form."
Excellent, Sara.
*
"if you
didn't get enough early in life"
That stanza is my favorite part of the poem. *
I got swept away the last couple of days, and isn't this a soft place to land! Thank you for receiving this poem so warmly. It means a lot. And Neil, Metazen is a drug.
A special poem, Sara. I like it.
Thank you, Sam.
Beautiful and classic - all we're not 'equipped' to deal with. Very well done.
Amazing insights and use of langage. "*"