BESIDE THE POINT – V

 

There’s confusion here
do I not fill each day with
small and large acts
breathe in the cold air
while stepping outside
for armloads of wood
play humming games
while reviving the fire
remind myself to notice
welcoming rhythms
the big in the small.

The pull is ponderous and large
connections pull out and in
as eye and mind
observe ceaselessly
drawing some idle thread
out of curiosity
determination
always after
something.

Some days some threads
unfurling back and away
dying fingers
unclasping
threads once stitching all together
connecting
everything related now
I cannot find these threads
but if I could
I’d scorn them
such is despair.

So I tell myself
who am I kidding
acts both large and small
smear
into monstrous
forgetting
even as I work
large and small
finding myself
in the small
losing myself
in the large

It’s beside the point. 

 

 

– Diane Sophrin
  Vermont. 12.23.20

 

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