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Journey of the Ordinary
one foot in front of the other,
winds race wildly across the plains
whipping my hair into a frenzy;
sand from painted canyons
growing old
attacks my unprotected cheeks,
mounting a stinging, angry defense
this season has been impossibly hard
my thoughts wander every bit
as aimlessly as I do,
finding us both in a field
in the middle of somewhere
out in the middle of nowhere
a plain white styrofoam cup,
the kind found on cheap tables
in basement group meetings
where coffee is stale
and words are cloying and heavy,
tumbles across my vision
in a long, erratic series
of comic-strip somersaults
what random chaos
happening upon my path
has bound us together
within this precise moment,
where I wandered about with no intent
except to clear my cluttered head?
the chances must be nothing short
of cosmic
I snack lazily on dried cranberries,
my starved imagination stirring
were you held between nervous hands
while pain, thick and intimate
spilled out from shaky voices
above you?
moments of staring down
at my own anxious, trembling fingers
-warmed to calm by the likes of you-
while I spoke unsteady words
floods my chest,
making my feet sluggish
I still hold a mug this way to speak truth
did you endure the vacant stare
of worried eyes and wrinkled brow
as they waited for word
and contemplated every outcome?
I’m looking over the thin, stark rim
blue, paper-covered shoes advance
while my broken heart retreats,
knowing he’s carrying devastation
in his mouth above me
I don’t look up for a long time
another moment passes
...or maybe it was ten
now free of obligation to stay still,
-a silent witness to our frailty-
the journey of the ordinary
continues across the field
to a final destination
neither of us can anticipate
one foot in front of the other,
I make my way home
winds race wildly across the plains
whipping my hair into a frenzy;
sand from painted canyons
growing old
attacks my unprotected cheeks,
mounting a stinging, angry defense
this season has been impossibly hard
my thoughts wander every bit
as aimlessly as I do,
finding us both in a field
in the middle of somewhere
out in the middle of nowhere
a plain white styrofoam cup,
the kind found on cheap tables
in basement group meetings
where coffee is stale
and words are cloying and heavy,
tumbles across my vision
in a long, erratic series
of comic-strip somersaults
what random chaos
happening upon my path
has bound us together
within this precise moment,
where I wandered about with no intent
except to clear my cluttered head?
the chances must be nothing short
of cosmic
I snack lazily on dried cranberries,
my starved imagination stirring
were you held between nervous hands
while pain, thick and intimate
spilled out from shaky voices
above you?
moments of staring down
at my own anxious, trembling fingers
-warmed to calm by the likes of you-
while I spoke unsteady words
floods my chest,
making my feet sluggish
I still hold a mug this way to speak truth
did you endure the vacant stare
of worried eyes and wrinkled brow
as they waited for word
and contemplated every outcome?
I’m looking over the thin, stark rim
blue, paper-covered shoes advance
while my broken heart retreats,
knowing he’s carrying devastation
in his mouth above me
I don’t look up for a long time
another moment passes
...or maybe it was ten
now free of obligation to stay still,
-a silent witness to our frailty-
the journey of the ordinary
continues across the field
to a final destination
neither of us can anticipate
one foot in front of the other,
I make my way home
Published 30th May 2020
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30th May 2020 10:55pm
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31st May 2020 00:46am
Wow the imagery in this is just stunning. You had me captivated the whole way through. Masterfully done.
31st May 2020 4:14am
Dear L,
Transports me to a similar style walk not too long ago. Your attention to your surroundings are brilliant. The sting of the sand and the tumbling styrofoam cup. Some days one foot in front of the other is all you need to accomplish. “did you endure the vacant stare
of worried eyes and wrinkled brow
as they waited for word
and contemplated every outcome? ” for me, the anticipation of sorrowful, painful, scary conversations were wrapped into this stanza so wonderfully succinct and direct it caught my breath. Outstanding write. H🌷
Transports me to a similar style walk not too long ago. Your attention to your surroundings are brilliant. The sting of the sand and the tumbling styrofoam cup. Some days one foot in front of the other is all you need to accomplish. “did you endure the vacant stare
of worried eyes and wrinkled brow
as they waited for word
and contemplated every outcome? ” for me, the anticipation of sorrowful, painful, scary conversations were wrapped into this stanza so wonderfully succinct and direct it caught my breath. Outstanding write. H🌷
31st May 2020 7:06pm
31st May 2020 9:40pm
Love the envelope beginning and end and it's cyclic feel. Love the intimate details, the inner dialogues in italics, wonderfully intimate. Beautiful honey. I feel you.
12th Jun 2020 00:30am
Holy crap... That was brilliant! It's like I was transported to another world!! Nicely done, Luna 🙏
You are a fantastic writer, a true artist with your words. I was blown away by your craftsmanship here... The abstract symbolism was abundant, but still very tangible. Awesome writing ❤️
You are a fantastic writer, a true artist with your words. I was blown away by your craftsmanship here... The abstract symbolism was abundant, but still very tangible. Awesome writing ❤️
