24/04/2024
It’s been a while, but somewhere amongst the beeping machines and snoring companions, a poem has popped into my head. FYI, I am not and have no intention of carking it- just so we’re all clear. But it was a joy to feel the words flow again.❤️✨
Divinity, is a trickster.
A symphony always playing,
hidden in plain sight,
breathing amongst our wakeful silence.
A rolling endless waterfall
washing o’er our senses.
The constant invitation
to open,
to flood the gates,
to release
and surf these endless waves of feeling.
I’ve tasted divinity upon my tongue.
Felt fingers wrap a feathered cloak about my soul
and oh,
how the shoulders heave for its knowing.
This sweet grief.
Each tear,
a diamond alighting my darkened sky,
each constellation
a map
guiding this weary sailor home again,
once more I beg.
I hear my song,
the sirens sing it well.
I shall not clog my ears this time.
But welcome madness to this hearth,
to sup upon my finest vintage
and relinquish tales of wildish bounty.
I am ready for the humbling.
Do not diminish me.
Do not distil me down
with broken tools and rusty, singular language.
For my alchemy has been forged,
invested,
and now,
I seek the true philosophers stone.
I submit.
And hope that in my undoing,
gain fluency o’er its crystal words.
To glimpse shadows infinite,
to whimper my gratitude.
These foolish bones
I cast to dust.
I am longing for a gentle breeze,
to reclaim these dancing flecks,
and carry me back
into boundless nothingness.
With gratitude I go.
There is no tomorrow.
Only endlessness,
and the glory of the now.
~ Katherine McGerther ‘24 ###
