Omer 17 - snapdragon

Questions compound as experiences expound; forgetting, as we traverse down the stalk, what we are made for, what we search for.

Small kindness, soft word, quiet moments, solace in embrace, vulnerable under street lamp and porch light, whispering under blanket and under car’s rooftop. The time I walked with you through rain-soaked, shining streets in dizzying, giddy intoxication. The moment I saw you were a lost child holding out your hand. The days spent in nervous, tired commiseration. The nights I wiped away tears, mine wiped in kind. I take the photos to reach back into memory when recall becomes esoteric process with age.

All this is for is for living, surviving, connecting.

Connections severed unwillingly; it presses, distracting. Always distracted, chasing more, more, more to silence mounting fear in isolation. Isolation further imposed on ourselves by ourselves to feel there is choice in forced sequestration. Companionship sought for wrong reasons with poorly fitting excuses — anything, anything for a fix of comfort. This is the quiet desperation.

The great purpose is to get through, beginning to end, with one another. All on a cycle, in and out, out and through, trap and release, concentric fires, in renewal and decay.

I can’t take you with me but I will take your hand and meet you again.

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Omer 16 — New Moon Iyar < previous || next > Omer 18 – another life

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Today’s illustration is a slightly more detailed (if less full) rendering of this drawing for this fragment of another poem: ‘Dreamscape sampling.’