In transit
In transit
no station
not yet launched
on the tide
where voices call
from the sea-mist
and mermaids play
no longer
with a foothold
on the earth
dust-dry and arid
the old points of reference
can be felled and
used to build
a raft perhaps
it's all they’re good for now
no wind
no moon; impossible tonight
to know the direction
by the stars.
no station
not yet launched
on the tide
where voices call
from the sea-mist
and mermaids play
no longer
with a foothold
on the earth
dust-dry and arid
the old points of reference
can be felled and
used to build
a raft perhaps
it's all they’re good for now
no wind
no moon; impossible tonight
to know the direction
by the stars.
posted by Mary at 7:19 am
7 Comments:
This made me tremble, it speaks to me so strongly. And yet you always manage to have light and flow in there, even when the subject is terrifying.
This is beautiful, M.
The whole thing...but I love this:
the old points of reference
can be felled and
used to build
a raft perhaps
it's all they’re good for now
I love the feeling of this poem..
impossible tonight/to know the direction/by the stars.
mary, this poem describes transition in such an intriguing way. i love the introduction - in transit/no station! perfect beginning to grab and hold attention! then it moves beautifully through to the end. just lovely!
You got it. That feeling. That space. Fear and hope, loss and possibility, all wrapped in the unknown.
Thanks.
Wow, send that to Michael Stipe :-) Very good. The feeling of standing at the shoreline with nothing but water before you but paradoxically no other direction in which to go...
for a moment - I feel simply lost yet realize that opportunity is ahead.
I am with MB you got it!
Thank you all.
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