Now is the Time


The obstacle has scooped

out its soul

the coast is clear

the horizon grey flat

dispirited

the in-between

devoid of life

the chatty

clatter of empty shells

vacant mussels

on another Normandy

singing pathetic

singing the departed

voices that sound

the same note

against nature

Now is the time

the field is clear

or rather

filled with ghosts

milling

feeling the air

or trying

with senseless

fingers

clustered together

fiercely finally

blind

totally deaf

rendered impotent

unto death

Now is the time

what we believe in

has blood

alive coursing

what we believe in

holds clouds

skittering in skies

what we believe in

ranks with

trees in forests

frigid fresh ice

of distant stars

what we believe in

is true

and what we have is this

radiance

that we may radiate

exuberance that we

may cartwheel

across universes

like home

and what we have

is audacity

sheer unexpected

victorious

ability to act

that comes only

from this vital juice

called life

Now is the time

© Gail Walter 2020

Art: Carlos Quevedo | NeoCristo


WONDER

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. 

George Eliot

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