Whispers

I’ve got a buzzing in my head,

In the corner far from me

These thoughts keep me

Turn me from the stream

I’d love to flow, down,

Serene and undistracted

Watch the world and its people:

Geek, freak, cripple and clown

Dance in the great carnival

Just to see the remembered nightmare

To smooth and to shape it

Soar in sweet loving

Stung by hurt’s cutting

Mix the bitter and sweet

In the cold water

Drink nectar of past dances

If I can but watch,

down the river

I’ll see the chances

Steer to the could be

But the buzzing, it pulls me

But will not get hold of me

Ears seducing my eye

As lives silently pass by

I turn to ‘what if”

‘if only”, ‘would I’

So many crossings

Too many passed chances

Left half finished, part consummated

A thread on life’s weave

Cut before its end

I’ve chosen this strand

To center the fabric

But look at what’s woven

See all the strands, broken

Sadder, I drink

A bittersweet potion

One life is too little

To keep me at peace

This life is an ocean

Not river or stream

I’ll sail on its breadth

Wherever life takes me

A thousand cold rivers

A hundred sweet streams

To sip and to swim

The Earth has no corners

The ocean is free

The sky without limit

All call, “You’re free”

I’ll pick up my dropped threads

I’ll tie to the cloth

I’ll hear the buzzing

Lives talking to me.

Now, then, forever

Each singing for me.

There is no valley

That limits what I can see.

I am without limits to be.

6.XII.2000

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