No matter.
(All bets
are off.)
I caught a
glimpse of the future and you were expunged.
(Why is
that?)
I was
alarmed to find that you weren't there,
in the
book of us.
Being
knowing in the present sent me to the past.
The lights
were off, a door was ajar and love had leaked out.
Who was
last to leave?
Voile
fluttered in the drafty corridor.
In the lab
seedlings grew;
a few so
well that they raised the roof.
Light
streamed in.
Would it
lead me back to you, to now?
Hillary's
ascent was slicker
but he had
Tenzing
and Kendal
Mint Cake.
I just had
an unconscionable thirst, unshakable faith
and
light-dancing feet.
Pausing at
a dizzying height,
to admire
the view, assess my progress,
caused the
whole lot to telescope back in.
Sending me
hurtling through quasars,
reaching
for
detached,
floating
hands,
which no
longer held wisdom —
clearly a
silly construct, after all.
You
weren’t There.
There,
there, dear.
Always
safe, Here.
Here, I
AM.
**********
It is
often a vacuum.
And they
are wrong.
Constrained.
Distracted,
attracted
by reflective ribbon.
Seeing
only the millennial dust,
missing
the abiding intrabeauty —
beyond
Them & Us.
A link to
a video poem, PONTIFEX, by Sally:
Sally
McRae originally hails from England and is presently living in Atlanta, USA. Having
run wild across the globe (under the radar) for years, she has many interesting
experiences to draw on for her poetry and prose writing; she’s played with
royalty and sat with sages —perception is her constant toy. A former
actress, television presenter, director, producer and executive producer of
video and live events; she now enjoys a most interesting and diverse array of
roles; mother, writer, yoga teacher, reflexologist, mentor, and creative director
at One Creative Choice. Wit is her
sword and savior, keeping her fully grounded in reality. Her simple, narrative poetry
has a musicality and sincerity that reaches deep; it dances with duality and humor
— an appropriate reflection of the author. Sally is
currently working with the theme of love – in all its forms – and thinks that the
ancient Greeks were onto a thing or two…
