Poetry
Forty Days
Forty nights
Into the desert I go, with a slivering moon’s call to contemplation — deep contemplation of the past, present and future holds.
Recalling a time when I didn’t know, before the time of knowing everything. Now for certain, without a doubt — knowing nothing, not even where I rest my head.
The heart knows, into the flow enters clear — hummingbirds visit amidst the ravens and crows. Raging heat of desert sand by waking light into the fortnight of passing moon.
Once broken, flat-lined and unable to lift even a mug. Now eager as the…
Second last day
Antepenultimate-third last
Into the darkness, we traveled free
Passers-by wanting to flee
Is this the end of a glorious chapter?
Masked by a shit show of events
Again, we sit, pondering the motions of the ocean
Arduous journey at the foothold of another
Omega to the end
Alpha begins anew
Today marks the third of the last
Tomorrow the second
Happy are we
They to me
~Ani Po
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