“reflection”
eddies in the pool
clouds under the surface
i peer into the depths
and see someone else's face
angrily, i reach out
to wipe it away
like a mirror, a hand reaches out
and takes mine
a deadlock grip, firm
feels like my own
then
a jerk
and i'm underwater
looking at my own face
but not what i want to own
too many lines
the mouth is pinched and severe
his eyes look tired
so i did what i could
i reached up to that face
smoothed it with my hand
tweaked the nose
letting him know he had no right
to live like one already dead
i found myself, again, looking into the water
but into a face of hope
and liking what i saw
- A Hopeful Traveler
Well, another "wow" post. So hopeful. I love the hand reaching up to soothe the face of the tired traveler. And I doublelove the insistence of the voice in the water (which I took to be the true voice of the person looking into the water) saying: "he had no right to live like one already dead." I love the idea of our soulself being very firm and insistent that we MUST no longer abandon our true and pure selves . . . that when our inner and outer selves are out of congruence, that we must do whatever it takes to bring our outer self into alignment with our true inner self.
ReplyDeleteAgain, I found such tenderness in this post. So grateful for that.
from Maureen, a fellow traveler
Oh, Traveler, I am amazed by the healing and growth I see in you.
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