Some of you may be wondering where I disappeared to post the April Poem-A-Day frenzy. Well, I needed to take a much needed writing break and focus on some looming transitions in my life. June 2013 ushers in the final close of a 13 year long chapter in my life.
I, no different than anyone else, have been caught in the web of experiential memories of a life gone by: the happy, the exciting, the scary, the sad. Joy blended with bitter root cured in salted tears forming a unique taste and scent – a souvenir for all the senses.
As I look over my shoulder for that final goodbye, my heart projects outward and forward to this new life and the promise that it holds. New beginnings. It suddenly dawns on me that this time it is different. I am not alone. I am supported by a network of friends both near and far, virtual and in person, old and new. I am forever grateful for their support as I have, at times, unraveled or seethed with rage. Along with that comes the irrefutable fact that they are indeed my very own Order of Good Cheer (Joy, Sanity and Grounding).
Time: So Fickle and Unreliable
By: Meena Rose
Was it only yesterday
When I said “I do”?
Or, was it ages and ages
Today that moment seems
So distant in the vastness
Of time and space -
Perhaps, an act of kindness.
My thoughts meander to
I seem to have known forever -
One look, one touch transforms;
A forever alchemy of Soul;
My pulse quickens in harmony
With the mesmerizing Black Hole.
Time – fickle and unreliable
Perhaps that it is indeed a boon
Lending permanence to impermanence
With only the certainty of the full moon.