Saturday, March 10, 2012

the rest of this world

i remember the scale
the immensity
the effort
the fortune spent
in soulwork and cash
and especially the frequent stumbling
as i rose up from the ground
of my experiencing

i remember the wondering glances
that smeared my face
each time i looked around
especially when my head rose
so briefly above the clouds
and i saw
(well i thought i was having visions)
because i didn't know
that what i was seeing
weren't entirely visions
as much as
i was simply seeing
the rest of this world


Valerianna said...

Oh, YES!!

hope said...


Rachel Fox said...

Hi Steven. Long time no visit. I enjoyed this piece. It builds to its end with panache. It's a fine end too!