Nowhere | Mary Steffen
Nowhere
No care
Feel all alone
Real far
High star
Back on my own
Go for gold
Never old
Go out of place
Afraid now
Anyhow
This time and space
Nowhere
No care
Feel all alone
Real far
High star
Back on my own
Go for gold
Never old
Go out of place
Afraid now
Anyhow
This time and space
Stumble & stammer
I’ll find my way
there is a stone
inside me
that will not grind
itself away easily
some things in life
are worth the fight
a flush of anger
a core
to support worlds
building a structure
so the crawl may
be on knees,
shaken,
the path goes on
to the lighted mouth
of the yawning cave.
Rolling my tongue
on my tooth, feeling
for broken or cracked
places, I realized life
has been a long
tangent of worries.
I’ve been working hard
to impress other
mortal beings, agonizing
over imagined problems
in my path.
There is more value in
peace, release, doing
the work I can moment
to moment instead
of these constant
injurious, fictitious thoughts.
Bustling, I free
myself
from friction inside
depending on
you
above all the rest
remaining:
focus on the positive
positive
I wake
to find a day
finding me
all over again,
goodbye
old fool
from 24 hours
before.
Intimacy with self
sparks a love affair
with élan vital.
The urge to associate,
to commiserate with
is appanage of those
who are domiciled
in the amphitheater
of actualization.
Altruism is
due to asperities
of earth dwellers.
To be a soft-shell
is to be rooted
in a reality
we should strive for.
Wisdom
was a tattered
book
I’d never read
a gray beard
too odd on my
round chin
wisdom
it turns out
comes softly
or viciously
with a pause
to think
with time.