Hold lightly, it said,
there are so many voices,
movements.
Hold lightly,
lest you repeat,
she said.
[the surfaces, and distance, beneaths]
I listened:
breezes, waves;
windiness and water;
the moon riding along,
each night so differently
the same.
Without repetition,
she said,
my hands open,
palms and whatever fingerprintings,
the bruising, barely,
again and again,
so differently.
How tides change,
or seasons:
things we’ve come to think of –
each you, each I,
each every –
quivering along
like leaves
through the years.
In other words:
over and over
without repeat
again, anew –
how ‘new’ requires reference
of similarity.
So love
hold lightly,
she said,
it says,
as wheat falls into ground
and suns set down, again,
as moons rise – (which, neither) – and
never the same.
Both-and
either-or
neither-nor
and so on
without repeat
within the like,
the long, the loving.
You come again.
I try to grip lightly –
the future never knows –
I’d like to leave it,
to gather you,
to hold…
you. You. You.
(Again, differently).
“Hold lightly”, you (she) says,
“lest you repeat
and grow tired…”
My palms are open (to touch, to pass by)
I am trying to read,
to listen.
To leave be.
Polysemic Stupor 
Wow – this was really lovely.
Thank you!
I think this is transcending Beckett.
Very fragrant.
Yeesh! & thanks! Howso? Why?
Merci. I’ll catch up someday…?
This lets the light in. Thank you.
“that glittering, miraculous handful of charms – the alphabet.” (Carole Maso)
Damn, how I shiver for Carole Maso. Way back at 19, “The American Woman in the Chinese Hat” tangled me up then shook me loose in a shape entirely new.
Your writing holds lightly and is full of love. thank you.
So beautiful dear N Filbert, especially this part,
“How tides change,
or seasons:
things we’ve come to think of –
each you, each I,
each every –
quivering along
like leaves
through the years.”
I loved so much…. Thank you, have a nice day, Love, nia
Beckett’s nihilist alien and absurdist view of the world (it’s people) has, in this work of yours, gained an eloquent brevity. The reader is able to stand back and regard (his/her/our) situation and still have space for self correction – instead of drowning in the despair.
This is a humbling idea, thank you for taking time.
This has to be the favoritest of the favorites of mine, of yours. Stunning, my friend. Beautifully warm. Perfect. 🙂
Wow! That’s a lot to hear! Thank you Jean!