again Ariadne
October 25, 2017 § 2 Comments
Theseus
from the bow
saw her reflection in the river
I could disassemble myself he said
replacing
throughout the years
every particle of the original
convincing myself
I’ve not become different
the whole while
a ghost of a voice
whispers about distinctions
small
and
vast and
still I would only be able
measure the distance
between us in nights
their numbers alone
setting me to contemplate
vaulting the rail
making for
any shore
that will have me
(c) 2017 Fred Whitehead
finding
October 17, 2017 § Leave a comment
finding
it’s not so easy a matter as
clattering about in a box
taken down only
when mystery elbows
curiosity into action
you have to want to dig
deep
cutting through roots thick and ancient
a lifetime of dirt hauled to the surface
to be sifted by others
hands bloodied inevitably
an ache that will not subside
whether you unearth
yourself or not
most likely you will
(in the end
invent sense for clues
that make none
alone
hoarding youthful trinkets
rewriting history
for the unsmiling
(c) 2017 Fred Whitehead