In early morning,
when fear sets in
shrouding
the colour of the day
in blackened shades of grey,
I find my feet,
plant them carefully
on the slippery base of fear
that drains away
in the light of day.
“Fear doesn’t shut you down; it wakes you up.”
~ Veronica, Divergent
Searching in the dark
for edges of light,
my memory reached out
to touch the wisdom
of my ancestors
while my heart adjusted
to shadow, to edges of light
and I knew that I was safe.
“The spirits of the dead may be invoked for the good of the living.”
~ Shinto saying
Illumination of the morning
slips between the threads
of the curtain til it gently
disturbs the dreams of the night.
The chitter of birds rides
each ray of light til I rub
the sleep from my eyes to
greet the morning with a yawn.
There is little more until I rise
to open the day before me.
“It’s morning, and again I am that lucky person who is in it.”
~ Mary Oliver
Inspired by the poetry of Mary Oliver
Progress:
There is nothing like it
only the chug of an engine
crawling up a hill
racing down the other side
gears grinding
to slow it’s momentum
the engineer that is the writer
constantly switching tracks until
completely lost
in an undergrowth of words and rusted tracks
but faithfully backtracking into the open
until once again chugging along
not knowing for sure where the tracks will lead
but seeing a light at the end of the tunnel
and hoping it’s not another train.
“I was taught that the way of progress was neither swift nor easy.”
~ Marie Curie
