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The first time I saw her, she was smiling sweetly at me, her pale right hand waving ever so gently.
I gasped in surprise, breaking step, and waved hesitantly back.
As I passed her wheelchair, she proceeded on at a stately pace,
her mute caretaker placidly pushing her forward.
"What a strange sight," I thought, as I continued my run.
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I stand outside your bubble and look in
On all your problems convalescing within
Shimmering tricks of light -
Scabs on the rot inside.
Who cast me the psychotherapist,
The observer and healer?
I stand outside your little bubble now
My twisted parity looks back and smiles.
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Monday morning and my soul sits constipated with me.
Harried and laden with a list of
To-do's, should-do's, must-do's and don't-do's.
I will hold my breath, curtail my thoughts,
Make it through this week one grimace at a time.
It is a regressive birthing (the week I mean).
Pain before, pain after and pain in the very present.
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"It's so wide, so free..." he said, arms hugging the velvet expanse of twinkling night. Unrestrained smile. Fades. His gaze fixes tenuously on me.
"Its a wide constellation. Of cares, of concerns," I offer, remembering someone else's words. "Pinned hope. Fugacious. Flaring past possibility into might-have-been."
Quiet.
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Yes there are cracks and they are very large
I first met her in 2007, huddled on the hard floor of the overhead bridge at Harbourfront. She was such a nondescript mound in the corner that I barely registered her existence. A large plastic bag of tissue paper and biscuits lay by her side. For a few weeks at a stretch, I would stop to press some money into her hands, trading my paper for her ( Read more... ) -
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In my dreams, I bought a caged sparrow for two gold medals.
It lay aquiver, cusped in my hands as I murmured meaningless shushes.
In one grandiose gesture, I flung it into the blue,
"BE FREE!"
And it fell right back down.
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You shuffle your feet on this tiny precipice
Proud of this space you have carved for yourself
Assuaging fears of what you traded it for.
But look, you've nothing sheltering you against the elements.
That which you lean on is no more than a dull ache in the back.
And when this space is no more
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Monday morning
Dewdrops coruscating in the soft morning light,
Hanging heavily on tender leaves.
With the lightest touch, the wind caresses a particularly pregnant pearl.
She shivers at the infraction, blushing a sudden array of colors
Before birthing herself into a puddle of blue sky and leaf.
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You live on inside of me, in here, in my head. You move, you breathe and you smile, when I turn my gaze towards you. And so you never really die. No we, we never really die.
For I would never know ‘un-being’. Perhaps a short nap. But when I wake, it would be just another dream, like it had never been. And I would still be.
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