Time as Ineffable

“I give you this to take with you:
Nothing remains as it was. If you know this, you can
begin again, with pure joy in the uprooting.”
― Judith Minty, Letters to My Daughters

I memorize
the contours
of trees
across the skyline
as the sun sets
behind.

In the morning
I study the
fog which
surrounds and encloses
east, west, north & south.

By mid-day I’m
looking for patterns
in the clouds,
identifying images which
will help me
remember exactly
being here.

I wake up
in the middle
of the night,
try to identify
every planet, the stars
and the phase
of the moon
by its silver sliver.

I do this
knowing
none of it
is the same, ever
incrementally
changing
quickly and slowly.

Maybe
I’m the
ineffable one, I think,
but I feel like,
to me, I’m the
only
constant.

 

Picasso Beach Sand Period

7 responses to “Time as Ineffable”

  1. Reblogged this on Vanha Talo Suomi and commented:
    Too good not to share.
    This resonates with me and I’m moved to share it with you.

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    1. Thank you! (I went off line for a few days after posting.)

      Liked by 1 person

      1. Your poem received several favorable reviews and close friends commented to me personally that your poem resonated with them.
        Congratulations! And… keep writing!!

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  2. Well done. I feel like I’m always constant too although I know the exact opposite is true.

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  3. Cool resolution to the observation of change!

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    1. thank you for encouragement

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