something new

something new is birthing
something inside these clammy shells
something greater than a pearl
a diamond in the bottom of the sea
something new is growing wings
something new is outsmarting even the
intelligence of crows
impregnated in the darkness of the end of winter
formed in the unexpected moments of the spring
sweated through in the heat of summer
timing its emergence
in this late autumn month
the loss has been great
the floor pulled out from beneath
and with the loss of ground
came the gain of some kind of
albatross-like flight/soar
and something new is
waking
something new is
rumbling
"soon
soon"
it whispers
each and every morn...
announcing its own entrance
without fanfare
but in the space time fabric continuum of a
still
small
voice

something new is
being
rubbed into shape
between the grains of each day's dirt
something new
is
rolling endlessly into the
art of
becoming

dancing in between the beats
skipping in between our feet
when autumn feels like the birth of spring
and spring a distant gauzy memory

something new is --
knowing not what nor how
only knowing --
something new
is
becoming.
from out of the darkness
and into all this
lightness of
today.


kim thompson. 8 nov. 2011 tuesday. 11.23 seoul. s. korea