The Distance Traveled

If I had been asked how many minutes I had been there, I could not have said.  Time did not belong to this space;  I could not measure it.

As a child I saw no contradiction in some afternoons expanding joyfully, while others stifled, impossible to escape.  Growing up meant constructing arbitrary boxes to make things fit into the space we were allowed to have.

Ask the butterfly
how it transforms the air.  Ask
the bird how its wings

capture light.  Ask the bees
about the ancient magic

of their dance.  Ask the
trees how it is that roots and
branches contain all

the maps needed to complete
the circle, sustain, abide.

Some days pass by and disappear as if they had never been.  Some days live forever.  Those are the days I seek.

For earthweal, where Sherry has asked about our wild heart.

Also linking to dVerse OLN, hosted by MsJadeLi.

49 thoughts on “The Distance Traveled

  1. I like your reflections on time and memory. If only we could package the memories we want to keep in boxes that would keep them fresh and somehow recycle the others into pretty collages.

    Liked by 1 person

  2. Growing up meant constructing arbitrary boxes to make things fit into the space we were allowed to have.

    I think this is one of my favorite posts of yours, including the musings, artwork, and poetry.


    David

    Liked by 2 people

  3. This is so poignant, and so true, Kerfe. I really love this one. So many lines spoke to me, and the top collage manages a trompe l’oeil effect at the top left, I feels like a window I could walk through.

    Liked by 1 person

  4. Maybe the difference between child and adult, wild and tame, is that we insist on controlling, deciding what is allowed to exist, what works and what doesn’t. The child and the natural world just accept that what is, is.

    Liked by 1 person

  5. This is incredibly gorgeous writing! I especially love; “Ask the butterfly how it transforms the air. Ask the bird how its wings capture light.”❤️❤️

    Liked by 1 person

  6. those are the days with wings, so they can fly and return to us in memory. were that I less mud-stuck, with memories that could so uplift in these darkening days ~

    Liked by 1 person

  7. The narrative voice begins in quite a conversational way, which makes its depth all the more vivid–and the stanzas following are perfect examples of showing, not telling what is meant to be conveyed. Those days are the diamonds in our lives, and we know them by that shine.

    Liked by 1 person

  8. This is a gorgeous write from start to finish, K, all of it. But if I had to pick some favourite lines, these:

    “As a child I saw no contradiction in some afternoons expanding joyfully, while others stifled, impossible to escape.”

    “Ask the
    trees how it is that roots and
    branches contain all

    the maps needed to complete
    the circle, sustain, abide.”

    Liked by 1 person

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s