Beyond After

For how can I be sure I shall see again the world on the first of May?  Until the end I thought it was the beginning of the middle.  Time happened, then all of a sudden what you once believed in could no longer be retreived.  The truth was hard, never soft, never easy.  But it contained a life.

May came, but you did not see it.

And so it begins, and so it ends, always with a question.  And if there is no answer to give—only a silence that acts as if asking were enough—how does the wheel turn?  Or is the question the pivot on a circle whose edge contains only unknowing, infinite stillness?  Is that where you are? 

How can I be sure?  Every answer is the wrong one in a world where there is nothing left to say.

A prosery for Merril’s prompt at dVerse of these words from Sara Teasdale.

“For how can I be sure
I shall see again
The world on the first of May”

28 thoughts on “Beyond After

  1. And so it begins, and so it ends, always with a question. And if there is no answer to give—only a silence that acts as if asking were enough

    Kerfe, I feel like this piece is like a slice of your brain! I love the questions you ask herein!


    David

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  2. “Every answer is the wrong one in a world where there is nothing left to say.” That really hit me. I feel that’s exactly why I’m so often silent, listening to people (not always human) who have been speaking a long time, unheard.

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