Sicut erat in princípio
Star scattered light
et nunc et semper
luminous trophosphere
et in sǽcula sæculórum
struck by infinity
Amy C
Who am I and why should you care? I hope that you can relate to my words, perhaps that is more important than telling you all the "whats" and "wheres" that are on my cv. I am human, I am a mother, an author, a physician, a person of faith. I have published a few poems, but I am not a professional poet, whatever that means. My favorite poet is Rolf Jacobsen. I like ancient poetry, such as Tong dynasty four character quatrains. I have a cat.
Heat
Thick, close, aught, ought, fraught, August, white, yin, sin, a distant shore, a cool tile floor, swimming, limning, brimming, haze, praise, a burning gaze, the end of days.
Thinking of things, trying to bring my mind into submission, the fog of depression and hormones and fear making numb the sluggish synapses of someone I once was, or am, or will be. Just spitting out the thoughts and wondering if my fingers will do what my consciousness forbids. Connect with God? Connect with others? How is this possible until connection is made with a soul inside myself? Searching for home, but it exists only in the past, or in a parallel universe. I imagine splitting into an infinite number of pieces, spinning into the multiverse in all the potential that might have been.
Coffee for lunch. What are you having for lunch? See how I am reaching out, being sociable, expanding beyond my comfort zone? It certainly is hot today! Is it hot enough for you?
Hello, Word!