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Cori MacNaughton Jun 2015
Awakened by cannonfire,
unmistakable,
LOUD.
Today is Luxembourg National Day
This is the final of fifteen 10-word poems I wrote this morning, 23 June 2015.  I posted them here in the order in which I wrote them.
Cori MacNaughton Jun 2015
Abuser

Simple pleasures
Causing pain
Building up
To strike again
Draw them in
Shut them out
Weaving lies
Creating doubt
Love to take
But never give
Life expected
Not to live
Stealing hope
Stifling breath
Broken promise
Courting death
Cruel intention
Deed is done
Self-inflicted
Sparing none

Cori MacNaughton
8Apr99
This poem was inspired by a number of people in my life, from the abusers to those I saw abused, many of whom seemed complicit in their abuse, if only by their refusal (or inability) to stand up for themselves.  I also knew many people, including myself on occasion, who were their own worst abusers.

Please note that this was emotional abuse, as I would never have stood by without calling the authorities had physical abuse been involved.

I read this poem at the monthly meditation meeting I attended shortly after I wrote the poem.
Cori MacNaughton Oct 2015
A dying romance
given love and care blossoms
love is rekindled
The third of four Haiku written about 3AM on 15 October before I went to sleep.
Cori MacNaughton Jul 2015
The illusion of freedom
in a democratic republic in decline
The third of seven poems written this morning.
Cori MacNaughton Jun 2015
A Moment in Life Twice Lost to Time
The Swiss watch is my paradigm
Residing now ‘neath Tampa Bay
A moment in life twice lost to time

The gift, from a wall of ice to climb
In Luxembourg where I did stay
The Swiss watch becomes my paradigm

Research belaying the banker's crime
Through valleys green, o'er bridges grey
A moment in life twice lost to time

While belching diesels share their grime
And church bells call all souls to pray
This watch, my truest paradigm

In this city from another time
In Europe's heart I found my way
A moment in life twice lost to time

Returning from this land sublime
My walls and battlements fell away
Rodania watch, my paradigm
A moment in life twice lost to time

2 March 2000
This poem was my first, and to date only attempt at a villanelle.  The watch was a birthday gift from a doctoral candidate for whom I was acting as research assistant, which I lost years later, sailing in Tampa Bay.

I have read this in public but this is the first time it appears in print.
Cori MacNaughton Jun 2015
Not all babies are meant to live
No matter the reason why
No matter the life we long to give
Some babies are born to die

Some say such a short life holds no worth
But disagree I must
For the lessons they impart from birth
By example teaching us

22 Dec 2000
Anyone who doesn't learn from children - isn't open to learning.
I have performed this poem in several venues, but this is the first time it appears in print.
Interesting that I did not recall that this was written the day after my dad died.  Symmetry.
Cori MacNaughton Oct 2015
Cat on the pillow next to me
dog at the foot of the bed
sounds of the rain
and the woods outside my window
October begins
with the promise of autumn

Autumn has long been
my favorite season
my October birthday
no doubt the cause
as nature takes a measured breath
between the excesses of summer
and winter's extremes

In the woods
damp leaves soften our steps
on the gravel between
a flurry of fall flowers
seeking to entice the bees
and butterflies
and mushrooms are everywhere

this verdant place
awash with life
in all her wondrous forms
this gift of being
never to be taken
lightly
or for granted
Written last night, more correctly early this morning, when I was smart enough to go to bed but unable to actually shut down my mind to sleep.
Cori MacNaughton Oct 2015
Autumn arrives
leaves are changing
falling
carpeting the paths in the woods

The first freeze has been and gone
and now warm again
it rains
and rains
and rains some more

it will be days
before we see the stars again
as nature takes a breath
and so do I
Cori MacNaughton Jun 2015
Babies - of what do they dream?
What thoughts play behind those closed eyes,
Those eyes so like others before
Unfocused and newly revealed?

What is it in holding a child
That brings such a tranquility?
That puts the world's problems at bay
And shows what is truly at stake?

Perhaps when they dream they become
The person they one day shall be
In full philosophical garb
So leading us to what will come

Or maybe it simply is shapes
And colors so formless and free
A way to make sense of the world
They sample with unfocused eyes

2Apr2002
This was written shortly after and in honor of the birth of my then-husband's younger niece's first child.
I have read this in public but this is the first time it appears in print.
Cori MacNaughton Jun 2015
Nestled purring 'neath my chin
the only cat who hugs
This is the fifth poem I wrote this morning, 24 June 2015.
Cori MacNaughton Jul 2015
First day, a new job,
driving to Chattanooga -
new chapter begins.
First of four short poems written this morning.
Cori MacNaughton Jul 2015
Sadness and loss
from the death of a pet rabbit
The fifth of seven poems written this morning.
Cori MacNaughton Jun 2015
Listening to birds
our doves and all the wildlings
brightens my mornings
The sixth of nine short poems written before I got out of bed this morning.
c.2015 Cori MacNaughton
Cori MacNaughton Jun 2015
Bonnie, Bonnie Burning Bright
Patrols the wilds of her yard
Where frogs and lizards live in fear
And fearsome squirrels must ever guard

They shrink from Clydesdale for her size
Though Bonnie is the faster
Perceiving her as less a threat
Unknowing, court disaster

When Bonnie gives in to the chase
A shining blur of black and white
Yet in the sun stretched eyes half-closed
Seems farthest possible from flight

For Bonnie's vices stem entire
From being fully cat
As clearly all her virtues do
And Clydesdale's too, at that

My Bonnie is my wayward child
My friend belonging not to me
For even purring in my lap
Her tyger soul is wild and free

14Apr99
My nod to William Blake, in the form of an homage to my favorite among his poems.
I have read this poem in public on numerous occasions and it first appeared in print and online in Stash Magazine, St. Petersburg, Florida.
Cori MacNaughton Jun 2015
Our Pyrenees mix
is afraid of the small goats
he lives to harass
The ninth of nine short poems written before I got out of bed this morning.
c.2015 Cori MacNaughton
Cori MacNaughton Jul 2015
Fed by waterfalls
fast and muddy from the rain
Calfkiller River
Second of four poems written this morning.
Our place is bordered on our eastern side by the Calfkiller River.
Cori MacNaughton Jun 2015
If Dog is best friend
then Cat, my sweet little love,
is my soul’s tonic
Bad pun, I realize, but hey!  It's poetic license!  ;-)

For my Bonnie cat, the first cat I had as an adult, who was:
All. About. Mommy.  
My little sweetheart, and the one who convinced me that, not just a dog person, but I'm a cat person too after all.  ;-)
Cori MacNaughton Jun 2015
Cats are here
to love
and to teach us humility
This is the 8th of fifteen 10-word poems I wrote this morning, 23 June 2015.  I posted them here in the order in which I wrote them.
Cori MacNaughton Jun 2015
Cats are Nature's way
of ensuring we wake up
early and often
The second of nine short poems written before I got out of bed this morning.
c.2015 Cori MacNaughton
Cori MacNaughton Jun 2015
More folk need to learn
About Cause and Effect
Respecting others
Is fundamentally what earns respect

My dad was raised Christian
Episcopalian
But left
No disrespect
He just wasn't convinced

So when I was a child
Our attendance at church was
sporadic
Sometimes a source of contention
And, usually, more pain than joy

The summer of 1969
Men walked on the Moon
And my parents
Split
My dad moved across town
I saw him one day each weekend
The most time we had ever spent together.

When I was twelve the earth moved
Sixty-four people died
And my father embraced Buddhism
And Buddhism embraced him
In a way nothing else ever had
and he learned moderation
Regaining his freedom

What got him was the Law of Causation
Cause and Effect
What goes around comes around
The Golden Rule
Unencumbered
With the baggage from his past
The philosophy of common sense
His pianist's artist's teacher's mind
Could comprehend
Grasp and hold for good

My twelve-year-old mouth
Would not be denied
And so I one day announced
That chanting
Was simply another form of prayer
A fact he acknowledged
reluctantly
but ultimately
with humor and grace

And was it my father's turn to Buddhism
That sparked my own
Journey into Spirit?

In 1972
With Godspell on the radio
I saw Jesus Christ Superstar
At the Universal Amphitheatre
Twice
And when my sister joked
"Let there be light"
And all the lights came on
Then she genuflected
Before taking her seat
It was only partly in jest
For there was reverence in the air
And a sense of the Eternal
The foundation of the story
Of every story
Cause and Effect

Later that year I was baptized
Before I realized
That no church held the key
For the key was within me
As it resides within us all

More folk need to learn
About Cause and Effect
We are here on earth to Love.
And respecting others
Is fundamentally what earns respect.

6/7 July 2005 Approx. 2 AM
Dedicated to my parents, who allowed me to be who I am, rather than trying to narrow my choices artificially.
I have read this poem in public but this is the first time it appears in print.
Cori MacNaughton Jun 2015
Being childless
has its benefits
especially while channeling Peter Pan
This is the 14th of fifteen 10-word poems I wrote this morning, 23 June 2015.  I posted them here in the order in which I wrote them.
Cori MacNaughton Jun 2015
Perhaps I am simple
I love simple things
Glass, blown or slubbed
Crystal or colored
Cobalt
Emerald
Cranberry
Rose
Sparkling in sunlight
Catching the flame
These simple pleasures
Bring me joy
As much as any gem

Exception, the Opal
Begins life as water
Seeps into stone
Becomes over time
Fire within water
Shadow of aeons
Life within stone
Water gone solid
As solid as glass,
and as fragile

4Apr2002
I wrote this poem after collecting shells and beach glass one afternoon.  Opals are my birth stone and have long been favorites.
I have read this poem in public many times but this is the first time it appears in print.
Cori MacNaughton Oct 2015
A week of unremitting rain
suddenly forgiven
in morning sunshine
My thoughts and heart goes out to all affected by the flooding from Hurricane Joachim.  We've been getting the outer rain bands for days now, but this morning - finally - the sun broke through.  Rebuilding begins.
Cori MacNaughton Jun 2015
Oh what of the demon cat
Foul tauntress in my sight
Whose reputation for ratting
Far exceeds her deeds this night

Far more likely she, to play
Than upon that one to pounce
She tolerates the evil rat
Within this very house

25Apr2002
I wrote this poem after an incident when a fruit rat got inside our house, and our two cats, Bonnie and Clydesdale, both female, merely watched it go.  While purring no doubt.
I did ultimately find it dead behind the sofa, oh joy, so I guess they finally did something, though it didn't have a mark on it.

I have read this poem in public but this is the first time it appears in print.
Cori MacNaughton Jul 2015
Depression might not
be helped by a book that starts
with a suicide
Third of four poems written this morning.
I decided to get out of my weekend blue funk by listening to the audiobook of Christopher Moore's inspired insanity, namely his book "The Lust Lizard of Melancholy Cove," which may well be the funniest book I've ever read.  
Naturally, having read the book around ten years ago, I completely forgot that the book opens with a suicide, which of course struck me as hilariously funny in context.  
Especially since depression - namely the depression gripping the whole town - figures prominently in the story.  
Yeah, I'm weird.  ;-)
Cori MacNaughton Jun 2015
Dogs offer unconditional love
we,
if intelligent,
strive to emulate
This is the 9th of fifteen 10-word poems I wrote this morning, 23 June 2015.  I posted them here in the order in which I wrote them.
Cori MacNaughton Aug 2015
Rabbit sits lonely and still.
At first she had two beaus,
now none.
By herself in  her roomy cage,
never bred, never kindled,
a spinster at two and a half.
Dzienkuja, pronounced roughly jen-KOO-ya, is the Polish word meaning "Thank you," and is the name of the rabbit.

I originally bought her, a pedigreed Satin, along with two French Angora males, but now she is the only one left, and a solitary rabbit is a lonely rabbit.
Cori MacNaughton Oct 2015
My breathing slows
my mind is stilled
my spirit rises
Falun Gong

The evening weeps
in empathy
an evil steals
echoes of souls

As One we join
our sanctity
in supplication
to Divine

As more among us
simply vanish
Disappeared
without a trace
Falun Gong is a meditative practice drawing on the ancient, complementary practices of Buddhism and Qi Gong.  

Beginning on 20 July 1999, the People's Republic of China began a program to eradicate Falun Gong and those practicing it, using primarily the methods of defamation, kidnapping, imprisonment, internment, torture and ****** to achieve their objective.  Literally millions of people have been targeted.  

This poem, which I wrote on 6/7 August 2014, was my response to learning of the ongoing murders of peaceful Falun Gong practitioners.

You can learn more, and possibly help, by checking out the website of the Friends of Falun Gong, here:

http://fofg.org/
Cori MacNaughton Jun 2015
A vote for most candidates
is a vote for Monsanto
This is the 7th of fifteen 10-word poems I wrote this morning, 23 June 2015.  I posted them here in the order in which I wrote them.
Cori MacNaughton Jun 2015
Love, Intention and mindfulness
change the world for the better
This is the 2nd of fifteen 10-word poems I wrote this morning, 23 June 2015.  I posted them here in the order in which I wrote them.
Cori MacNaughton Jul 2015
Recalling the wedding anniversary
from the disaster I'd rather forget
First of seven poems written this morning.  I was in a seriously pissy mood yesterday and some of it bled over to morning.  I'm feeling better now.  ;-)
Cori MacNaughton Oct 2015
Cats angling to be fed
An entertaining start to morning
Written this morning as I was gathering strength to face the hungry hoard.  ;-)
Cori MacNaughton Jul 2015
Finally it is done.

For months I have been
collecting ingredients
for the magical elixir -
home grown ginger and rosemary,
fresh organic garlic, onions and lemon,
finely chopped jalapeno pepper,
powdered turmeric,
Ceylon cinnamon,
tulsi, kelp and black pepper.

What eluded me was the
pungent, fresh horseradish,
unexpectedly absent in our stores
and farmers markets,
until a birthday trip to New York,
when we found the massive roots
in a Russian market.

And, once properly chopped
and shredded and zested,
all is covered and bathed
in organic apple cider vinegar,
a superfood in itself,
where it will draw out the
healing constituents
of each vital ingredient,
creating a powerhouse of wellness.

And now we wait.

Four to eight weeks
of shaking the jars every day
before we drain the lot,
run the pulp through a juice extractor
and add the final touch ...
local honey, raw and unfiltered,
adding sweetness and
its own preserving power,
along with a strong boost to health.

A long time to wait
for this Nectar of the Gods,
but so very worth it:
a shot of this each day
and colds and flu stand no chance -
bacteria and virus alike
overwhelmed -
say goodbye to illness.

Let us now give thanks
to our grandmothers
and all the lay herbalists
of generations long past,
for through their efforts,
our own knowledge
is greatly enriched.

We stand on the shoulders of giants.

5July2015
My ode to one of the most healing elixirs on the planet, popularized by herbalist Rosemary Gladstar in her books for well over 35 years.  Having loved the stuff for years, I just made my first half-gallon batch on July 4th - my personal Independence Day from mainstream medicine.

Recently, three business people with few scruples and less common sense, having gotten the idea and initial recipe from a friend, who no doubt came by it through Rosemary Gladstar or one of her many proteges, decided to trademark the phrase "fire cider," claiming - dishonestly - that they had invented it, despite it having been around for decades - if not generations - under that name.  
Suddenly, lay herbalists all over the country had their listings removed from Etsy and other websites for intellectual property infringement, even though many of the said herbalists had been selling fire cider for far longer than the name had been trademarked.

Being something of a rebel myself, I have made and will continue to make Fire Cider using its original name, crediting Rosemary Gladstar as the original source - even though she herself acknowledges that it is far older than she, and even she learned about it from an older herbalist - and publicly thumb my nose at the cretins who trademarked the phrase, with the firm belief that they should be ashamed of themselves for trying to capitalize on OTHER PEOPLE'S WORK while claiming it as their own.

It is up to us, We the People, for keeping knowledge such as this free and available to the public at large.  Lives may well depend upon it.

For those who wish to learn how to make fire cider for yourselves, I direct you to the YouTube videos that Rosemary Gladstar and Mountain Rose Herbs have generously provided to the public for free.  
Herbalists in general are a generous lot, and she is one of the finest, along with Susun ****, both of whom were inspired by my personal favorite herbalist, the late British veterinarian and master herbalist Dr. Juliette di Bairicli-Levy.  
I recommend the work of all three herbalists highly.

For those with kids or animals, the books on herbalism by Dr. di Bairicli-Levy are invaluable, as she spent the better part of seventy years traveling the world and learning the herbal medicine traditions of people in every part of the world, initially as it pertained to their animals, but ultimately for use with humans as well.  
Her "Complete Herbal for the Dog and Cat" and "Complete Herbal for Barnyard Animals" (which includes dogs and cats, but in less detail) are must-have volumes for anyone with animals.  
She successfully ran a very busy animal clinic in London, England, where she was routinely curing even distemper and rabies cases - diseases that modern veterinary science still considers incurable today - and she was curing them in the 1930s.  
Do yourself - and your family - a favor, buy her books, and keep them at the ready, for whatever may come along.  You will be glad you did.
Cori MacNaughton Jun 2015
Watching the fireflies
in the woods, from our back porch,
enlightens each dusk
The eighth of nine short poems written before I got out of bed this morning.
c.2015 Cori MacNaughton
Cori MacNaughton Jul 2015
Explosions in the Sky
bringing renewed hope
for our humanity
The sixth of seven poems written this morning.
Shout out to Explosions in the sky, the outstanding instrumental band from Texas.  Check them out if you don't know them.
Cori MacNaughton Oct 2015
Fleas, ticks and chiggers
the bane of a rural life
animals suffer
The fourth of four Haiku written about 3AM on 15 October before I went to sleep.
Cori MacNaughton Aug 2015
I’ve been your friend for life
not because of what you can give me
but because you bring out
the best that is in me.

6 August 2015
Written on her birthday for my friend Rocky, whom I've known since I was six, and who remains a valued friend to this day.

Happy Birthday, Rocky.

Thank you for your friendship, for being a great example when I needed one, and for helping to make me a much better person than I would have been had I not known you.  I love you.
Cori MacNaughton Jun 2015
Frustration is having a government
that was created of, by
and for the People
that's been hijacked by money,
holding We the People in contempt.
The third of nine short poems written before I got out of bed this morning.
c.2015 Cori MacNaughton
Cori MacNaughton Jun 2015
Gallows humor
is far better
than no humor at all
This is the 11th of fifteen 10-word poems I wrote this morning, 23 June 2015.  I posted them here in the order in which I wrote them.
Cori MacNaughton Jun 2015
Goats are Nature's own
ambulating Demolition Derby
in hilarious miniature
This is the 13th of fifteen 10-word poems I wrote this morning, 23 June 2015.  I posted them here in the order in which I wrote them.
Cori MacNaughton Aug 2015
Grief is a cycle
it first recedes, before it
stabs you in the soul
Cori MacNaughton Jun 2015
There is a strangeness in fog
that is palpable
and perhaps it is the strangeness in me
which responds

It is no accident I know
that I was raised
where fog is legend
and so remains
a cloying fact of life
for coastal Sunny California
is coldly blanketed each morning
six months of every year
in chilly dampness

What once was familiar
now changed
hidden within soft billows
of clouds brought to earth
the monotonous drip
from the leaves of the trees
the eaves of the roof
the rocks on the hillsides . . .
stars and planets obscured
only the mysterious moon
peeks through the diaphanous veil
lighting her shroud from above

now moving
now shifting
a glimpse of . . . something
caught
only to disappear once more
deep within the flowing haze

Yet where others find in fog
a thing to fear
I find in it a pleasure
seldom found elsewhere
for me familiar comfort
in the heavy grey mist
enveloping me
as a blanket of spirit
or ancestors

And perhaps it is this
the others fear
for the spirits of fog
can be cunning and cruel
hiding dangers
from those unwary
or disrespectful

But I miss the fog
laying low upon the cliffs
turning ordinary landscape
into otherworldly and strange

I long for the lonely cries
of the foghorn at sea
and should the sea monster come
I pray it finds
the love it seeks

Cori MacNaughton
19Jan2007
This is one of my favorites, written about growing up in my native Southern California, with a nod to Ray Bradbury's short story "The Foghorn" (aka "The Beast from 20,000 Fathoms") at the end.

The first time I read this poem in public, shortly after it was written, the conversation in the Oxygen Bar (Dunedin, Florida) stilled to the point that, by the end of the poem, there was silence but for my voice.  Having only begun reading my poems in public a couple of years before, that was an awesome experience, and having my boyfriend (now husband) there to witness it was wonderful.  This was a favorite of my mother's, who introduced me to the Bradbury story, as it was her favorite short story.

This is the first time it appears in print.
Cori MacNaughton Jun 2015
Sunlight on the sea
       The curved fin of a dolphin
              A lone cloud observes

Cori MacNaughton
12 June 2000
Haiku is one of my favorite forms of short poetry.  I've been writing them since childhood.

I have read this poem in public on occasion but this is the first time it appears in print.
Cori MacNaughton Jul 2015
Driving through Louisville
in a driving rain storm
at dusk
The seventh of seven poems written this morning.
Cori MacNaughton Aug 2015
Hello Poetry!
Hello poets.
Sorry I've been gone so long.
Life intervenes.
Cori MacNaughton Jun 2015
Jane is playing hide and seek
with everyone she knows
and though she stands before you
you see only what she shows

She shows a tiny portion,
just a little more to friends
and though she stands before you
she has disappeared again

Jane must hide the one thing
that she knows you must despise
and though she stands before you
she is gone before your eyes

Jane is playing hide and seek
with her imperfect soul
and though she stands before you
she has fallen through a hole

18Mar2000
I wrote this poem with one person in mind, only to realize belatedly that it applied to a greater or lesser extent to most of the women in my family, including myself, as well as to a number of my friends.

We all have that side to ourselves we want to pretend does not exist.

I have read this poem in public but this is the first time it appears in print.
Cori MacNaughton Jun 2015
You asked me to say what I believe
What do I hold precious and why
I believe in the Glory of life on Earth
I believe it essential to fly

We live in a Universe unto itself
Its diversity not fully known
As we tread in the pathways of those gone before
Where in truth we are never alone

I believe that each enemy might be a friend
For their circumstance comes of a need
I believe that all people are One in the end
No matter their color or creed

I believe in humanity deep in the soul
Which enlightens the Spirit to see
I believe that creation was born out of love
And enables the soul to be free

30 Sept 2000
I wrote this poem in response to a late night conversation with my stepson on a sailing trip, albeit some time after.  I have read it in public on numerous occasions and it appeared online on the website of www.deist.com, which used to be a site regarding religion and philosophy, but apparently no longer exists in that form.
Cori MacNaughton Jun 2015
I cannot believe
in a God of the Few
Condemning the souls of the Many
My reason insists
That this cannot be true
For His love is eternal in plenty

Hate is the ruse
Of the faithless man
Believing himself undeserving
And holding below him
The countless souls
With faith neither strong nor unswerving

But I hold before me
Compassionate God
Amused at my fumblings apparent
Loving and kind
In the tenderest way
Forgiving me when I am errant

For all His creation
Must something destroy
Destruction can be a thing grand
Consider volcanoes
Destroying themselves
In process creating new land

My soul is consumed
With the fires of love
Which leaves my heart painful and raw
Yet as the ash settles
And soon falls away
What's left is the love of God's law

God's law can be summed up
In one single word
And Love is the word that is meant
His law is but Love
In its purest form
The Original Element

I cannot believe
There is only one way
To honor and worship God
If that were the truth
We would all be the same
And this world unspeakably odd

But God in His wisdom
Made each one unique
Both in how we view Him above
And in our great challenge
That noblest of quests
Creating yet new ways to Love.

1999
This poem has appeared before in print and online in Stash Magazine, of St. Petersburg, Florida, which is now defunct.  
It also appeared online on the website of www.Deist.com, also based out of the Tampa Bay area, which was devoted to the furthering of Deism, which is a non-denominational belief in God through reason; the website now belongs to an unrelated business which has nothing to do with religion or philosophy.
Cori MacNaughton Jun 2015
I feel great pain as the harpoon finds
the whale once more, I hear the boom
as explosion thunders, rips apart
the body, sinew and beating heart
as blood and tissue spread and drift

And shark, the lesser predator
nears and circles the carnage 'till
the struggle ends, the whale stills.
The sea once more is filled with loss
that might, had we more courage, been avoided

Cori MacNaughton
26August2003
My college major was marine biology, and whales and shark remain among the great loves of my life.  I have been opposed to whaling since childhood and was greatly saddened when Iceland resumed whaling once more.

I have read this poem in public, but this is the first time it appears in print.
Cori MacNaughton Jun 2015
Language
is one of my favorite things
for which I displayed
an early facility
I toyed with foreign languages
but went no further
it wasn’t where I wanted
to spend my time

I wanted to save the whales
improve education
fight poverty
protect our environment
a whole host of causes
I visited in a repeating cycle
whirling faster and faster until

I created my own vortex
and then found myself
at the far end of a wormhole
with no idea how I got there
much less how to return
and found myself observing
every time I behaved badly
in excruciating detail

A tactless comment
a thoughtless act
each small transgression
building stone by stone
until I created a fortress
walling myself within
this invisible shield

When we touch
is it you or me
who feels remotely?

All dissolves into Oneness.

17 July 2005
I wrote this poem shortly before my divorce became final.
I have read it in public but this is the first time it appears in print.
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