Sunday, June 8, 2014

The alchemy of now

Evening.
Both the day and week
are drawing to a close,
and I am on the ferry,
heading home.
Alchemical fluorescent lights
turn tired railings into gold
while distant islands
slide into the blue
and I am caught between:
not quite here, no longer there,
and not yet where I truly long to be.

3 comments:

John O said...

Your post reminds me of a quote from the poet Carolyn Forche in Maureen Doallas’ blog, writingwithoutpaper.

. . Composing poems and writing stories is a meditative,spiritual act of resistance. It requires
a capacity to sustain contemplation, to be attentive
to all that is about us, and to hold within ourselves an awareness that we are here, in our living moment,between two unknown realms— before our births and after our deaths. . . .

John O

Diane Walker said...

Ooh, I love that! Thanks, John -- (and thanks, always, to Maureen for sharing the world with us!)

Kate Kennington Steer said...

Thank you so much for this beautifully simple silent photo Diane. The moment you have held here is a real invitation to plunge into Inbetween worlds and experience a little of the mystery of God's presence with thanksgiving.