Sunday, May 29, 2011

what pulled me along

was the tug of karma through

the tangles of the world--

out of all this I picked the thread

unraveled and followed--

and this is my bureau

and all the junk in it--

and these are the snapshots

that caught some of my view--

the people I love

whether they are here or not--

their knick-knacks

holding the character

and telling the tale of its owner--

and the fading day holding

sense-echoes reverberating under the skin--

the rope pulling me

through wakes of filthy waves--

the polluted sea of clutching waves--

the pull of tides drawing me along

releasing the braided ropes of the ship

out of this I swim with the flow--

the tug of reckoning in each surge

Content (c) 2008-2011 Philip Milito.

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