DARK PAGES

(SONG IN PROGRESS)

 

Our connection was written 

Into the river 

As it deltas

Into the swamp

Disintegrating

Like the road to nowhere

Sadly reminding me

How many endings there are

Quantum possibilities

With me standing in a

Camera obscura

Waiting for cars that never come

Messengers of love and luck

Not finding their way

Down the rutted road

Of muddy muck

In a rhythm of rain

Our hearts severed

Not seeing

Your perfection lying alone

On the marshy ground

Soon to be

Swept away

By the delta-maker

Ruthlessly pruned so

Neither a pantheon of gods

Nor a hagiography of saints

Can help me now

And in self-pity

I stare at the dark pages

My poems sitting alone

In unbought books

Waiting

Like Miss Havisham

To walk down that aisle

But no takers

And yet, elementally

The wind fanned the flame

That heated the water

That quenched the earth

And you came

With a poetic rescue

By breathing life

Like a careful midwife

Infusing your Music

Using it to shape my words into a

Universal soul

While making me whole

At last...

 

© 2023 Clarissa Simmens (ViataMaja)

IMAGE:  Broken Pottery