so we stand there
and i can feel the ashes of this
sliding 'tween my fingers
hands open-winged at my side
but i dont say a-thing
i just say
"wait"
perhaps because ive never taken the time
to watch the full decomposition of a thing
perhaps because i hate knowing
before im ready to allow for what i know
so we sit
stand
letting the world make its slow slide into the sea
as if the crumbling will reveal something semi-precious
that we can still grab
but this is not a poem for sadness
not a poem for things lost
things betrayed
things sullied by deceit
this is a song for what can be rebuilt
after cities have settled to the bottom of the sea
this is a hymn for the fertility that springs from volcanic ash
a manifest for what we let go (of) and take in
i let go as the snow fell
i let go as the singer sang her words
and then took hold of what is waiting
knowing one day the words i'll say
that there you are
that i have traveled so far to come back to where i began
and we dreamed to find that we were no longer strangers
i came back to reclaim
all that has been laid out for me
to let the erosion make way for what my heart intends
i came back to rebirth again in the middle of my life
i am as she told me
that angel circling round my own head
telling me
what i have always known
that here
is where i will find
you
with my ashen outstretched hands
and well timed out heart
today the world itself is humming change
change that comes from hope
today the world rejoices
and tomorrow some day when it weeps
we will know what we have always felt
that we have built - destroyed - and rebuilt all this crumbling beauty
from our words
and with my sentences i can create you into being
and form that thing that has just been waiting for me to
surrender
and say
"ok. im finally ready"
today
ok
im
finally
ready.
gathering ashes to breathe new life into.
we were formed from dust and ribs.
selah.
kim thompson. yesterday sat 12 feb. seoul. s.korea
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"slow slide into sea...there is a hymn for the fertility that springs from the volcanic ash....erosion... dust ribs..." hits me two spots, faded memories of Mt. St. Helens and trying to make good of anticiapted change.
ReplyDelete! i too have faded memories of mt st helens... i was in portland the morning it happened...
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