Friday, July 3, 2015

Not Easily Resolved


You packed for me a token of misunderstanding –  
   a monument for the time lost, 
   a symbol of the edges of a canyon, 
   a metaphor for violent waters 
cutting a drift through sand and sink
The sigh of resignation 
and the unrest of guilt 
mounts up like the expanse of a landfill 

Muddy tracks lay rested,
a campsite lies at the ready, 
the air is crisp yet stagnant, 
ominous hands swinging branches 
All movement is manipulated, 
calculating the plot of a course 
Dry winds extinguish a spark of forward motion, 
putting it into its place 

A continuum of unions fully formed 
in a nexus of understanding, or a pattern 
Gestures of seamless layers –  
paths marked with unbroken bonds 
To set out in isolation 
to wash hands in which to welcome, 
is the resolve to reveal the space 
that is enclosed within a spiral 

MM 7/15

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