Meeting
I reach out a thread to you,
tiptoe and stretched to a fingertip
as subtle inner constellations feel the strain,
slumbered inertia gives way to well-tuned strings
and I offer a connection, an open invitation,
to empty, energetic, unforgiving space and -
you might meet me here.
I can do nothing
but hold the moment
as this lean and living architecture
vibrates with any and every thing I may be holding.
Now is the time that each and every molecule
of fear and love and regret and temptation and despair
will choose to make themselves heard
ringing out on the bow strings of tendered muscles
singing to me every song they have longed to have heard
in so many passing hours of less attentive time,
And these — and this tenderness — are the gift.
This is the harmony of a chord that offers itself
to those two broken parts who come together
in the moment of our meeting.
From ‘Autopoesies’, a series of automatic poems. You can read more here.
Or you can download a copy of my version of Lao Tsu’s Tao Te Ching (‘I thought I was on the way to work, but I was on the way home’) here.
