Wednesday, January 30, 2013

becoming rather than become




some times
she becomes
so very

like so many birds
like so many fish

dispersing
coalescing

cloud and particle

nothing
and everything

pass your hand
through the space
she was

and there is
and then there
isn't

an allness
a wholeness
dissolves into
a nothingness
as if

she is becoming
rather than become

.

2 comments:

R. Burnett Baker said...

Becoming is something to aspire to. Love this poem!

erin said...

this is by far by far my favorite piece of yours. the photograph is brilliant)))i spend time with it, never quite keeping pace with it.

xo
erin