like waves gently lapping in my soul
trickling silty sand through my fingers
directing the word flow gently.
Rounded pen point caressing the page.
Anything is an image
Anything is a sound
Anything is a feeling
Anything is seldom nothing.
Except when it is so far in the distance
that only slight movement gives it away.
Anything's sound is buried in layers of far away.
Anything does not come when called,
only looks and stares
like a cat questioning
my audacity at calling its name.
curls up on my lap when I am sitting
to watch television
rains on my head when I’m in the shower
rises from garden soil clinging to roots and rocks
drifts through my thoughts busy with the days tasks,
distracting me from the should’s and shouldn’t’s in front of me
Anything surrounds me
warm, cold or intemperate
waiting to be recognized.
Recognition will grow anything
“Let us not look back in anger, not forward in fear,
but around in awareness.”
~ James Thurber
**The first five lines were written as part of a workshop exercise about ‘anything’: in group discussion following the reading, it was suggested that these lines ‘do not belong’ or ‘sound separate from’ the lines to follow.