This is my first post for maybe five months.
It has been a wonderful time to pause, centre and immerse into contemplative practice, private discourse and growth.
Please find below a celebration of a shared experience of pausing last week.
I sit next to James’ glassy eyed breath
slurring in grief and quiet disconnect to
witness stressed footfalls pass swift his lament
brown staining duvet and cardboard cement
changeless frayed fingering in woollen damp thread
cap churning suchness through fear fuelling dread.
To follow, I swallow guilt filled regret
bus fares, fast food and dead father non-sleep
sick discharge of mother and sore bloated feet
crazings on paving, stunned cracks in shared ground
oozed out un-sparing, unseen yet, profound
re-rememberings of something beyond
so still to relax I sit side by side
still breathing with James, still leaning, we Three
for grace-filled unknowings to let this time be.