Rocking

ROCKING
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Perhaps near you, too?  Or
You may have a memory 
Of a one separate soul
To the side —
Young and staring ahead,
  Or an elderly life 
Over by the windowed wall, 
    Just beyond the group —

Rocking

…Not to any evident music; nor
In a chair made for rocking; or, perhaps,
Out on a porch’s wooden step; or maybe 
Sitting cross-legged nearby on the floor;
Or away, almost unseen
In a field of tall grass graced with sun;

                Rocking
                                                                                                       Immediately there on the edge 
Of a kitchen chair, rocking
As constantly as breathing
    In and out…

Not listening to the conversation?
Thus, not caring, it seems, about us!
Going on, on, gathering company 
From the tempo of rocking 
An interior transport
To some degree of comfort, which
(If we knew) we might
Envy…
But!
(How, surely…impolite!) 
Right there!  In our including
Space, so out of place!
As maddening as 
someone standing 
To crayon doodles 
On the chapel wall!

Recalling rocking:
The bright, lovely girl who did this
Rocking, everywhere, even
With her thumb in her mouth,
Up to age 12.  Oh, my!  
While adults kept snapping,
     “You’re not a Tot! Stop it!” 
At her from outside the motion
Of her inner pendulum,
In the rhythm of 
The seeking and keeping
Peace…The ebbing and flowing of
Peace…balancing gravity
With hip-tipping inertia
That keeps the rocking working
On the aching, the trials, the noise…

Rocking, so like
Swimming the channel distance
Of the hours spent between 
Here and There.  Of night.  Of day.
Yet, to keep the dreams pouring forth
…Rolling in while even awake…
To refresh
As with the quenching 
    Power of Eucharistic wine
    For heaven’s flights within.

Rocking centers the pulse;
Clears thought;
Calls on the soul; and may
Find life inside lulling, 
To sing then string
All the collected moments into
A crystal necklace of 
Too rare calm.

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12/12/21. (c) sally young Eslinger
Thanks be to God!
Copyright © | Year Posted 2021

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Goldsmith Avatar
December 21, 2021 at 9:38 AM
Your "ROCKING" was wonderfully painted my your ink. We start off rocking as a baby and end up rocking in our old days.  Have a Blessed Christmas...............
Faulkner Avatar
December 10, 2021 at 12:22 PM
There is a soothing meditative feel to this, and the inward journey across memories and observations is stirring, will be remembering this one for a while~
Eslinger Avatar
December 12, 2021 at 11:23 AM
Hi, dear Michelle! This came as I noticed myself rocking in slow pendulum motion. I’d seen a giant one at Mus. natural History Chicago, never to forget. It was very calming and pain relieving. Thank you for your words. Honored… sally
Thirtyseven Avatar
December 7, 2021 at 4:16 AM
You touched me more than once with this one. Well penned. Thanks for your recent visits too, your encouraging comments are most appreciated.
Eslinger Avatar
December 12, 2021 at 11:28 AM
So good to see you, Scott. Happy that this piece touched you. Poems do like to share themselves, eh? Hugs! Can’t wait to go by to read your new work. sally
Awtry Avatar
December 6, 2021 at 9:59 PM
exquisite phrasing--"As maddening as someone standing To crayon doodles On the chapel wall!" and "A crystal necklace of Too rare calm." And now you have me thinking. Glad I happened upon this stunning piece.
Eslinger Avatar
December 12, 2021 at 11:37 AM
Hi, P.S., I choked up reading your comment. I went very deep to help this poem’s birth. Since sudden paralysis waist down 19 mos ago, I can now take some aided steps, but my total titanium spine make sitting exercise in pain, but I found myself sitting, rocking, fing the calm and help for pain. Was very sweet. Thus the poem. Thank you much for your Ed’s
Wolf Avatar
December 6, 2021 at 5:55 PM
This is quite a journey, Sally. Marvelous... Have you ever seen deeply religious people pray and/or meditate. They too (often) are rocking. Profound penning. Excellent poesy. Light and Joy, Gershon
Eslinger Avatar
December 12, 2021 at 11:46 AM
Gershon! I am honored you came by and with your time to read and comment. In the poem, the girl referred to is my niece. Wrote this after my first meditative/trance-like exper- Ience rocking. My inner vision passed between Tibetan monks(?) and my niece. Now, I quite recommend it :-). Xo
Daniel Avatar
December 6, 2021 at 5:05 AM
Deep thoughts on rocking to find some calm, Sally, inspirational:)
Eslinger Avatar
December 12, 2021 at 11:50 AM
Hi, Jo! Yes, very calming when others aren’t jumping around the room haha. I recommend it. I went deep for this one. I thank you for coming by to read and comment! Blessings!
Buhagiar Avatar
December 6, 2021 at 1:47 AM
Your poem is full of imagery and observation of life. Well done ~~
Eslinger Avatar
December 12, 2021 at 11:56 AM
Victor! Always super to see you. I been away from here 2-3 days, using my able hours to paint and labor online getting my gifts bought. I’m working to improve. Have listened to 2 online lectures and read lots here as my eyes permit. Every day, think of you over there. xoxo
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