“Every thought you produce, anything you say, any action you do, it bears your signature.”
Our signatures, then, over all the world,
with every moment we exist,
like fingerprints – your hand on my bare shoulder; its mark of love…
Our footsteps on the ground;
the way we meet the earth, walk & mark the earth.
~ Lie still & breathe ~
or rise, enraged, to rave & blame, mark & judge,
to find an other & lay upon it all the pain, the wrong.
There is no other.
Lie still & breathe. Be still. Breathe.
Stream-of-consciousness poem there. Sorry to flake out on you all.
I am reduced to – or, quite possibly, fortified by – breathing.
Smell the rose, blow out the candle. Smell the rose, blow out the candle.
Again. Again. Again. Again. Again. Now and now and now and now.
The Never Normal 