~I felt pain like an assault,
The old pain again
When the world thrusts itself inside,
when we have to take in the outside
—May Sarton, "Night Watch," Collected Poems
The world thrusts itself inside
written June 26th, 2021
The world rages through me
I wrap my arms around
cradling this body amongst the
flowers torn, leaves shredded, plants uprooted
until the fury passes
peace descends on the broken
some breath and start to mend
others their decay feeds the new.
The world thrusts itself
inside each of us
tearing and stretching
throw your head back and rage
with the pain and agony
of growth made possible
by the world tearing open
body, heart, and mind.
I never grow used to this
brutal process,
I dip my fingers into
the holes made in our heart.
The world has its way with us
this relentless thrusting ******
until we spill out over everything
this our mark on the world.
I often have an image of a poem in my head, or a feeling of it. The end result is often more analytical than what I had imagined. This one, maybe, is closer to what was in my mind.