We look with uncertainty
beyond the old choices for
to a softer, more permeable aliveness
which is every moment
at the brink of death;
for something new is being born in us
if we but let it.
We stand at a new doorway,
awaiting that which comes…
daring to be human creatures,
vulnerable to the beauty of existence.
Learning to love.
Uncertainty is a hallmark of these times as we look to a softer, more permeable aliveness beyond our old ways of being. And something new is being born in us / if we but let it. Yes, this is our opportunity, allowing ourselves to be vulnerable to the beauty of existence. In this vulnerability, we can learn to love, to be alive as we have not fully done until now.
Part of my new normal is a desire to reach out to others more than ever.
This is a time for poetry, poems which bring comfort and which challenge, both of which are called for in these ‘interesting’ times.
To that end, I will post a new poem each week, indefinitely.
It has always been difficult to choose a single poem each month anyway given the infinite number that exist from which to choose.
There are many new offerings related to this pandemic but it is the many written well before this time that surprise and energize me with their prescient voices.
In this strange new world in which we are now living, we are being called upon to do many things, primarily to think and behave differently.
It is my hope that even one of these remarkable poems will speak to you, hear you, guide you as we go forward into this uncertain future.