There comes a time What is time?
When nothing matters Once, everything mattered
When memories become
Like mist rising from the forest floor
Yes, it is true, as we age, everything blurs
After a sudden hail storm
I never imagined this happening/ To me/
Every year, less matters.
Only the essentials
Pairing away, the superfluous, the outer
shell. I wish I understood this ten years ago/
Watching my parents die. I did not.
Fuck the ego that keeps us bound.
On a cold spring
New England day. Cold, I’m cold so often,
There comes a time The joke of our lives, this thing called time.
When nothing matters Once everything mattered
Creation meaningless Once I saved everything I made/ everything
Once everything I said seemed
Momentous, there was a time when everything mattered.
Ha! Achievements for what
To prepare us for war. To prepare us for
Thinking, never me. I, I am immortal.
Achievements are still what it is all about. Until.
It’s such an ugly word. A-Chieve-Ment/
Mint. Yes, It’s all just like wild mint, pungent, bitter, sweetened with honey with illusion.
The sounds of wings beating Still, I swoon
Mingling with the imperceptible still the imperceptible is what I most cherish
Interwoven with the icy. As winter turns now to spring.
There comes a time when
Hope becomes a distant star But there is hope in the spring flowers
When the mystery of love In the call of the Red Winged Blackbird.
No more compelling In this wild Ferris ride called living.
When disintegration Is all we see. The multi-colored yet faded
Leaves under water on the forest floor.
Disillusionment of body & mind
All that is left.
~ In Two Voices @ Susan Gesmer, 2022-2023