“The outcome belongs to nobody,
the approach, however,
depends entirely on us.”
-Edmond Jabes-
The temple always crumbles,
this is not a complication.
The birds arrive from here and there, departing.
A canvas is made from canvas
composed of canvas still beyond.
.
I’m writing words
knowing they are fashioned without meaning
until read by you or me
or still something further in,
between,
.
making all of us disciples
and messiahs
in our gleaning expeditions
with embodied repetitions
re-membering in minds…
.
recapitulations with their novelty
of time and place and person(hood).
.
And our present filled by abracadabra’d clichés:
yet let’s meet there – (here) –
with wonder and amazement
and a just amount
of what’s familiar…
.
to you and I and all of us
in now.