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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