sifting through ignored piles of the semester
another “reject” as it were from the collaborative work with Quirk’n It
we call it “circling the well”
this devoted dance
in which all paths
point to the gap.
.
we want to be loved
for who we “are”
some true self
supposedly
.
fabricated
in the midst of
the rest of us
is “all.”
.
we touch the tiles
and read them
when we can
mapping our approach
.
to the heart.
The urn is empty –
perhaps the strongest clue
that our dancing fills it.
N Filbert 2013
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Your last line has, I think, a kind hope.
And I should have you know that for some reason, my sons are obsessed with Kansas. Especially Bash. 🙂 x
Thank you Jean