“Every day is a journey, and the journey itself is home.”
Matsuo Basho
Somewhere Deep: Go To The Edge (Part 4)
The passage is now accompanied by knowing
So I travel downward on the memory of upward perspective
Unclothed of reciprocity, sores from the initial cascade reopen
They know about the inevitable upward climb.
Somewhere Deep: Looking Up (Part 2)
I’m gazing up at them now:
the premeditated,
the unplanned,
each one, a unique trajectory.
Oh, the joy of watching the lovers
who resisted
with all their minds’ power
And plunged anyway
Without you
As time would have us
There is little of it left in this pose
Where the you to me is overgrown with speculation
And the in between has more to offer than you ever did.