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Are We There Yet?

November 13, 2019



We are waiting.
For death.


Comfortable, draped, drooping.
Dancing invisible.
A static swirl
Of silent questions.


Why will death
Not come?
Why hover
A resentful cloud
Refusing to rain?


How long will it take?


Are we not there yet?


Mr Degas!
Where are you going?
Home. I am going home.
This is your home, Mr Degas.


How dare you?
How dare you
Call this my home.


The lady opposite
Gathers spilt pepper
On a torn-out page.
A meditation,
A zen garden.
She nods off, 
Over and over,
Round and round.
The artisanal grounds
Wait patiently 
For her to wake up.


How long
Is it possible 
To delay the inevitable?


We are sitting,
Sitting here, 
I tell you.
Without memories.


The television tinkles
A wistful melody.
The same one.
Round and round,
Over and over.


Scenes of snow-
laden feather branches.
A lonely boat floats
on still water.
Blossoms dance on spring branches.
Round and round,
Over and over.


It doesn’t matter.


Are we there yet?



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If we had a keen vision and feeling of all ordinary human life, it would be like hearing the grass grow and the squirrel's heart beat, and we should die of that roar which lies on the other side of silence. 

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I live in hazard and infinity. The cosmos stretches around me, meadow on meadow of galaxies, reach on reach of dark space, steppes of stars, oceanic darkness and light. There is no amenable god in it, no particular concern or particular mercy. Yet everywhere I see a living balance, a rippling of tension, an enormous yet mysterious simplicity, an endless breathing of light. And I comprehend that being is understanding that I must exist in hazard but that the whole is not in hazard. Seeing and knowing this is being conscious; accepting it is being human.

John Fowles, Aristos


“To love. To be loved. To never forget your own insignificance. To never get used to the unspeakable violence and the vulgar disparity of life around you. To seek joy in the saddest places. To pursue beauty to its lair. To never simplify what is complicated or complicate what is simple. To respect strength, never power. Above all, to watch. To try and understand. To never look away. And never, never to forget.”

Arundhati Roy