Arrival

Childhood. Magic. Late-night travels.
Dangers in the forests. Life held down,
Dissected, examined, like in a laboratory.

Nobody steps into your writing
Without carrying some kind of crisis.
Nobody steps into your writing
Without carrying vacant chambers in their heart,
Behind the daily, monotonous, prose-bound rhythm,
Roles in their own drama,
Without meditating upon the internal geography,
The desire to touch hands. To find healing.

Mulling on past loves, their sacrifices,
Their summary executions, my truth is not simple.

I have watched myself enter your words
As going down the hill to the spring
Where it is quiet
The sun slanting quiet through the trees
The quiet smelling of damp leaves and new earth.

The air is cool
But the water is bubbling up.
Inviting.

I slip over the bank and lie inside his mouth
Sinking and floating
As the warm surface creeps up from the
Underside of my body, my fingers, and thighs,
Closing in over my face, like breath
Washing off the dust
Knowing
I have arrived.

Nobody steps into your writing without healing.
Nobody steps into your writing
Without touching hands.

13 comments

  1. So beautiful and prescient. As always…magic words from you.

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    1. Wow… thank you, I hope he feels the same.

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  2. This one isn’t a quick jot, Vera, serious thought and a lot of heart went into this work.
    Thank you for such a a fine sharing

    Big hugs

    john

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    1. Thank you, John. Yes, I had it in me for a while, thinking about it at every spare moment. Worked on it. Went away. Came back. Repeated many times. Before it came together.

      Big hugs back

      vera

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  3. After these days…I just had to consume this work just one more time. Have I told you it’s really well done?

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    1. Thank you, that’s very kind of you.

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      1. It’s my pleasure!

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  4. Wow….!!!👏👏….So awesome…So profound…:-):-)

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    1. Thanks, Sundaram. 🙂

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  5. I don’t even know how to begin to say how deeply this touched me. You absolutely got it. You spoke a truth I’ve felt but have never really thought about in word terms. Amazing. Thank You. God. ❤️❤️❤️

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    1. That’s a real compliment, Katy. To be able to touch one’s readers is more than anybody can wish for. ❤

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