From time to time, a poem I wrote years ago–like this one–seems exactly pertinent to the current moment.
It’s that I’m missing
you: an empty cavern where
my full heart once was.
~~~
It’s that I’m missing you
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Un-fragment
rising through
layers of
dream / light / shadow
mattress body blanket
groping for
the fragments strewn
by night across the landscape
of my bed pulling
thread by thread
knitting
myself
together
as
day
breaks
~~~
Sadness, I instruct you
For my dear friend
And now, sadness,
I instruct you
to be still.
Let these bones rest. Marrow
pale and depleted by memory
and forgiveness,
they are weary and cannot stand your shaking.
Let the exhausted heart
encased in this bombarded cage beneath my skin
jarred by your gnashing and clamouring
float in the buoyancy of you forgetting
for a moment
to squeeze it dry.
Do not bewilder
me with your wailing.
Now I tell you:
Let me be.
~~~
‘Barefoot’ running is saving my soles — Almonte Massage Therapy by Body Poets
A report from the field…
By Ellen Symons, RMT Ellen used to be a recalcitrant runner who felt as if she were carrying a refrigerator on her back, but in her minimalist shoes she feels lithe as a gazelle. She doesn’t know if minimalist running is for everyone, but she’s sure enjoying her runs much more these days. Initially […]
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