Wait
The realisation that this violent red came up in me, that it had put
itself out there, against a peaceful blue
hidden underneath my skin I thought, but once this disconnection
came up, an unsafety, the red escaped
and in an instant, alien became less distant, fluid in my daily
countenance. How I’ve always assumed you
were the rock and I the water, how it turned out to be all the same.
Me fully capable of standing on stones
in the fluidity of waves, in this distractive life. And even while
I peak over the cliff edge, with the wind
in my face, drawn into depth & distance - I know the cracks of then
and the hills of now will become a passage,
a progress, through the fragments I breathe, for the joy I feel. You
went along with a trust to my inner world while
you wouldn’t anyway. So I decided to wend my place, to dream up
a furnishing and survive nonetheless. Once
your heart has jumped out of your body, the rivers & tides will
smooth over. Structured daydreaming will
bring out the bright, fresh morning I need, to scare off the ghosts of
my lost night, a subverted realism to coast through
a clear consciousness over the guilt and some uneasy providence. What's
done, is done. True. Time well spent.
Copyright © Kate Copeland | Year Posted 2021
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