The spaces
between
things began
speaking. So it was<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I understood I
was now
to remain
silent. Saw how<\/p>\n\n\n\n
we were all
plunged
into this new strengthening
silence. Was it<\/p>\n\n\n\n
vision was it<\/p>\n\n\n\n
catastrophe. This<\/p>\n\n\n\n
first person
I use here
as a way of referring
to my being in<\/p>\n\n\n\n
abeyance \u2013 to my
unknowing \u2013
though who are we kidding,
it was not of the radiant kind<\/p>\n\n\n\n
where we wait in line
willingly
eyes closed
for the tap on the high spot<\/p>\n\n\n\n
of the soul
for illumination. No.
We knew all along
we were being driven<\/p>\n\n\n\n
however kindly \u2013
and always with water & treats
and names murmured
which had been bestowed<\/p>\n\n\n\n
upon us
long ago
before we could resist
the temptation<\/p>\n\n\n\n
of being made so
singular \u2013
to slaughter.
So the things had seemed<\/p>\n\n\n\n
secretly our allies,
but free,
so free.
They had not acceded<\/p>\n\n\n\n
to these transactions.
Had remained mute.
Neither accomplices
nor witnesses \u2013<\/p>\n\n\n\n
mute \u2026
This stand of trees
before me now,
and yes the one tree<\/p>\n\n\n\n
my need for companionship
picks out,
that certain one
in its own light,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
solitary here now, blazing, to inquire, have not seen them before directing this nowhere<\/p>\n\n\n\n in the dawn wind. when it finally begins the next world. everything,<\/p>\n\n\n\n but not the mind.<\/p>\n\n\n\n There are no limits The spacesbetweenthings beganspeaking. So it was I understood Iwas nowto remainsilent. Saw how we were allplungedinto this new strengtheningsilence. Was it vision was it catastrophe. This first personI use hereas a way of referringto my being in abeyance \u2013 to myunknowing \u2013though who are we kidding,it was not of the radiant kind where we wait […]<\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_monsterinsights_skip_tracking":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_active":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_note":"","_monsterinsights_sitenote_category":0,"ngg_post_thumbnail":0,"footnotes":""},"categories":[4],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-1835","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-poems","category-4-id","post-seq-1","post-parity-odd","meta-position-corners","fix"],"aioseo_notices":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/kuny.ca\/blogs\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1835","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/kuny.ca\/blogs\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/kuny.ca\/blogs\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/kuny.ca\/blogs\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/kuny.ca\/blogs\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=1835"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/kuny.ca\/blogs\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1835\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":1836,"href":"https:\/\/kuny.ca\/blogs\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1835\/revisions\/1836"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/kuny.ca\/blogs\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=1835"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/kuny.ca\/blogs\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=1835"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/kuny.ca\/blogs\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=1835"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
it seems to me.
It seems to me
we regard<\/em> each other<\/p>\n\n\n\n
at the end.
But it is no longer
my turn<\/p>\n\n\n\n
to push around it & at it.
And yet how its branches amaze me.
How is it I<\/p>\n\n\n\n
for what they are,
these miles of nowhere-going
tangling & re-<\/p>\n\n\n\n
October light, every journey
silver-grey with
roiling shadows going<\/p>\n\n\n\n
What is nowhere<\/em>
is the first thing
I make out<\/p>\n\n\n\n
to almost speak
to me. Listen to it
when it speaks to you \u2013 it is<\/p>\n\n\n\n
We are done.
The light is rising, the light is
sharpening<\/p>\n\n\n\n
to the world\u2019s
imagination now.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"