Where To Begin

Outside the window I begin to ponder a stranger’s discourse, modest laughter, wrought memory, the timbre of self, foresight garnered, faith that comes in different guises, an unfamiliar space, the wait between words, the earth’s hum, the risk of getting lost, the philosophy attached to letting go, the wealth that exists within, disjunctions of time, a child’s smile, I-You-Them-Us, the currency of memory, things real and things imagined, the wax of the moon, a sorrow that endures, an impatience with the dark, the long walk home, a broken heart that now bursts into song, states of metaphor, if timing is everything, the whiteness of a winter day, the way things are, slits of light, the cursive sway of a butterfly, the bike ride taken earlier today, connoisseur’s of form, a poet’s thoughts, benevolence revealed, a sense of place amongst strangers, the tight dry seal of self, the mind in spring, a puritan will, the basis of melancholy, the beauty of repetition, thoughts steeped in poem, a sense of self, what it is we can’t quite put our finger on, if infact we’ve misjudged the weather yet again, abject poverty, the tattered white cardigan, how to fill brief stretches of time, what it is to believe, how the body relinquishes its hold on things, why it is that memory buckles, habits of mind, why sometimes life seems verged on the edge, why it is we belabor the point, brief beginnings, everything distant and abstract, why tears demand their spill over things abandoned, why our eyes are drawn to new perspectives, if ever there was a more perfect moment, the photograph’s pose, blotch’d musings, all things eclipsed, divine annunciation’s, how circumstance feeds our mind, the pulse of emotion, the soul’s flourish, undefined boundaries, the seductiveness of sleep, the well-versed pages of a book, the breaking of dawn, the mind’s volubility, laconic expressions, the kindness witnessed in a stranger’s smile, a unified body of work, allusive textures, seemingly fixed predicaments, how whispered gratitudes uphold us, the bird on the wire, imagination’s fuse and flame, the shape of things, freedoms we love to protect, the exposure of our weaknesses, expressions of hope, a decent place to stand, why the light is so strong, incalculable distances, profound humility, the shelter of happiness, life in the open air, a permeating silence, all things invisible, the spirit inside all, LCohen’s commanding presence and his sublime gift of song, a recovered sense of equilibrium, any kind of truth, unexpected trepidation’s, an association to a particular word, a hand letting go a dove, dreams coming true, the basis of my song, the omnipresent impulse of human life, how things resume their previous pitch, the beggar’s stark reflection, the depth of true friendship, a waterfall’s flow, the essence of colour, disfigured hours, the transience of things, an optimistic gaze, fond remembrances, the splash of a snowflake on the tongue, nature's influence, the process of forgiveness, the quiet reverance found in the everyday, ironic gestures, a passionate allegiance, how to speak poetry…