a sunny august moment unfolded like this, if I recall it correctly …
~
head, spinning fast spinning right up down left i’m
meandering home from the station, ideas and fantasies
dreams and ambitions of elsewhere of there of
away far away, other lands other times other spaces
back then wonder when
but not now and not here and not present
old breath vision time and sensation
away, until
2 blinks they open, my eyes so wide open i see that it’s me
in my fresh in my nation my city
so fragrant this moment
right here and today
~
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funny how i travel to learn/relearn that elsewhere doesn’t matter . . .
enjoyed!
sherry
Thank-you, Sherry :-)
It’s both funny, and odd, how that works, isn’t it? I certainly think so ~
“my eyes so wide open i see that it’s me
in my nation my province my city my street…”
:) I am feeling a bit unsettled atm., missing my streets that are just like this, but of course! Nothing stopping me from owning where I am…. Thank you. :)
Rose, you’re welcome :-)
Your line > “owning where I am” … at the end of the day moment year, it’s probably the key to absolutely everything. Kind of unfortunate that it’s as challenging as it is to achieve sometimes, especially during unsettling moments. Deep breaths, again and again, I think, help us to get there ~
Yes. :)