There it is
Tethered taught
That weighted pendulum
Pointing through me to the earth
My stillness has not stopped it swinging
Only allowed me to feel its tug on my guts
Helped me to hear the movement of molecules
Created while it circles and stirs my insides
Were I to cut it just to lighten my middle
My vital organs would surely scatter
Leaving me too light a floating husk
No, I walk heavy on the ground
I will sit still and feel the pull
Allow for notice living full
Emptiness can wait
It can visit when
I die


Painting:Plumb Bob and Haiku Islands
by Claire Beynon

~ by April on February 24, 2015.

2 Responses to “Full”

  1. Perfectly done. A craftswoman.

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