how the future comes

16 Sep

Shush

compromise.

Remember,

safety above the mess

is a slow death.

Knowing what is next,

assuring myself

I know

what is next,

stomps out miracles

and silences sirens:

closes the door on what

can be.

i will not go through days

the same from morning to night

in and out of slow sliding seasons

as the she who thinks

in square units of measured time.

i will dive

into the murky mud

of what longs

for birth.

Growing

are fierce buds

through my rocky soil

with fists

tight with determination

into next

and next

outside of tidy

outside of known,

I hope, though, shy of disaster.

Inappropriate Creation,

comes forth,

and I let it.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

3 Responses to “how the future comes”

  1. Kelly Kuhn September 16, 2018 at 5:38 pm #

    Gorgeous and true

  2. Alison and Don September 17, 2018 at 4:03 am #

    Oh I love this. I love the risk of it, and the trust of it. Living in the unknown: I do try, and sometimes succeed.
    Alison

  3. Michael September 19, 2018 at 11:16 pm #

    I love this, too. I love knowing that we’re each doing this in so many ways, sending our fierce buds up through the till of history. It feels like unfolding is an individual sport, but I know it’s not. So keep sharing. It helps my own leaves twinkle in the breeze, and reach for the light…

    May our sense of time be shapeless,
    Michael

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