
When did you start to follow
me? I don’t remember
the tables turning—but then
my recollections were never
very reliable.
Even the tangible accumulations
of the collected years that now
emerge from their wrappings
of old news surprise me–
(the news itself does not surprise
me—yellowed headlines that fit
as well into today as yesterday)
How and when did the journey
become so heavy with the past,
so filled with lost voices
calling my name, faces I think
I see in passing, disappearing
into the crowded landscape
full of images I can’t place,
invisibly in plain sight?
I scatter my biography,
filling it with empty spaces,
holes for the wind to find
and carry back on a song through
the branches of winter trees.
I can still hear the melody–
it vibrates along synapses,
along veins and into the heart.
Isn’t that enough in the end?–
the rhythm of a dance
that has no direction,
but spirals everywhere all
at once with no destination
but now.

I was reading Kenneth Koch’s poem “To Old Age”. It made me think of my own journey.
For the earthweal challenge to write a journey-poem.

Jacob Wrestling with the Angel
Our memories are full of secrets–
we have no innocence to be rejected.
We long to be the spirit that stalks us–
the last man falling.
Vagabondage, the best kind of bondage. And lovely collages.
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Thanks Manja. A new word for me, and I like it too.
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No destination but now sounds good enough to me!
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Thanks Ingrid. It’s all we have, really.
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Kerfe, I really like how this weaves in and out of time and perception and also your conclusion. Whatever else has come before and how/if it paved the way to what is and what will be, the now is what matters. Truly love this:
“I scatter my biography,
filling it with empty spaces,
holes for the wind to find
and carry back on a song through
the branches of winter trees.”
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Thanks Jade. It’s funny where the mind takes us sometimes.
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You’re welcome.
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YES!
That’s the section I highlighted also – this is beautiful from start to finish, Kerfe, but those lines…. are just – wow.
❤
David
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I too admire especially the final 2 verses. What else is there, but now ~
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Indeed. Sometimes it’s a hard idea to hold on to though.
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Living in the now…this is so beautifully expressed. Resonates deeply and your collages take forward the theme.
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Thanks. It’s all that we have.
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You are welcome.
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Yes, I can empathise with all of this, the baggage we accumulate that for some becomes more important than what we have now or what we can make happen.
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There is so much of it! The older I get, the stronger my wish to let it go.
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I know what you mean. I see my children getting their phones out to photograph everything, so they ‘don’t forget’ and I’m happy to let it all go. What’s gone seems so unimportant.
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The phones have come between humans and their lives for sure.
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There’s a proposition being put forward here to bring the voting age down to 16. The odd thing is that it’s proposed by political parties that have nothing to gain by it since the 16-18 age group lean far more to the extreme right than their parents. They want to bring in voting by telephone too, so the little dears don’t have to get out of bed to vote. It’s called making the electoral process young people-friendly.
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Voting by phone…I don’t think I’m ready for that.
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False good idea.
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a very haunting and thought provoking work Kerfe … now is the essence, baggage weighs us down if we don’t let it go. Love the flow and shifting contexts of this one!
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Thanks Kate. It’s hard to leave those things behind, but we must.
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they remain a part of who we are but if we dwell on them too much they do hold us back … as you know 🙂
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My new favourite of your poems. I especially love the fourth stanza. Just wonderful writing! And art!
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Thanks Sherry. I always appreciate your support.
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A resonant pair of works for me! I prefer to think of myself as a vagabond rather than a ship adrift, always.
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Thanks Sun. Me too.
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