Tuesday, March 30, 2010

I Am In The Becoming ...

... and other poems for Lucille Clifton at Delirious Hem

Being human, I have always
entered a tethered moment
to redeem the dream
at the end of time.
But where is my body now?

It seems my scars still attach,
but in the abstract —
just as my stars beat in eclipse,
whatever their nature
and purpose.

It’s true that I would know
this one you are now seeing in dreams,
being in community,
together being broken.
But now I am the one becoming,
becoming now.

While crossing a great ocean
or ascending a throne
we may see ourselves
as the winged
revealers of reveries,
beseechers with open hands.
Or thus I have heard.
And thus I now know.

And where is my body now?
My body is in the becoming,
becoming now.


Blogger fork-journal said...

Becoming now - and what happens to me the reader is like hearing CLEAR - pure body space - this becoming this knowing ----so nice so nice

12:02 PM  
Blogger DiaryOfTheDepressed said...

i really like this poem.

4:03 PM  

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