some times
she becomes
so very
like so many birds
like so many fish
dispersing
coalescing
cloud and particle
nothing
and everything
pass your hand
through the space
she was
and there is
and then there
isn't
an allness
a wholeness
dissolves into
a nothingness
as if
she is becoming
rather than become
.
Becoming is something to aspire to. Love this poem!
ReplyDeletethis is by far by far my favorite piece of yours. the photograph is brilliant)))i spend time with it, never quite keeping pace with it.
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