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Time Rippling

Each day, a new formula,
taking into account the slight change
of the constellations
and your brittle position
within accuracy & precision;
your body's worth formidable & forlorn,
thoughts dim & sharp,
your days plentiful & dwindling

You remember your father
on his deathbed 1992, warm, unconscious,
a whimper of life still detectable
- then just a thing, an object,
jaw tied up, eyes closed,
a flower, a candle,
your fifteen minutes in the sickroom

And you recall your feelings
that unbelievable day in 2007,
when your sense of security, safety
and long-time assurance that all would be well
had to abide to the rules of life, and leave it;
that day in early spring
when your mother, at age 95,
drifted in and out of this world,
in clear moments knowing what was happening,
and grabbed your hand and kissed it;
a one-time occurrence,
and then you could actually feel the warmth
that had sustained you all your life
up till that moment,
being turned off, just like that;
the current silent, you shivering,
ashes to ashes, dust to dust

And now you tinker with your own age,
well realized
as you study the old photograph
from 1950,
which your older brother, at age 17, now 89,
took of the family
out on the farm in a wild-grown garden;
Mom, Dad, the dog Lorry and you at 18 months,
soon about to turn 75

Oh, the drift through time,
or the drift of time through you;
long memories,
and the present riddled with flashes
of bygone worlds,
the way things turn to or from you,
wind through trees and lives,
the grinding down of mountain ranges,
the appearance of star clusters,
an ant climbing up a straw

And I prolong this November morning
reading the poems of Lucien Stryk
while a housefly, out of season,
keeps buzzing, absentmindedly,
spiralling behind the curtain
over at the balcony window,
interspersing time with still life silences,
its winding motion coupled with nothing;
a Zennist unaware of itself;
today's Wabi Sabi

The dictionary is heavy
when I swing it within sight

the sky is holding back

Here, my body laid out like a bridge,
time rippling

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Publicerad 2023-11-04 11:20

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