“The outcome belongs to nobody,
the approach, however,
depends entirely on us.”
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,
making all of us disciples
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