June 4, 2020

Dropping the Argument

This is too neat, too tidy, too
                                              just so.

It is sacred imbalance moves us
        forward, the seeking and
never quite finding that calls us
into new space. We find ourselves
in a secret glade we didn't know
                                             existed.

But here it is, and here we are,
                         incontrovertably so.

So.

I confess to limits, to these limits
        in particular, to the hedges
that ring this quiet place, make
it holy. I confess to those I did not
know existed: here you are,
                        incontrovertably so.

I confess to seeking refuge in 
                                            just-so
spaces, in neat and tidy quarters
offering respite, however brief, from
the ravages of unholy chaos. But
                                           existence

requires more trust than can grow
        inside such walls, calls us
into new space, open sometimes,
others hedged and hushed. So.
Sacred imbalance it is,
                       incontrovertably so.