Thursday, August 11, 2011

Worlds beyond this one

Wind From The Sea (Detail) by Andrew Wyeth

Mostly Nothing

Being mostly nothing, I might attest to my time as such.
There were lofty shadows, the lacework afternoon
moving in curtains before an open window above me,
a feel of mother that has never left me in my need
for shelter and comfort found perfectly in a woman.

There were footsteps and misadventures in locomotion,
the fevered spinning set to bones at play, voices
sealing skies forever in a memory of ears and eyes,
weathers without name, days without purpose beyond
getting to the next and the thousands that follow that.

Look at me now, a year from sixty and already marked
by weariness of worlds beyond this one, scourged and
sainted in pressings of flesh well-forgotten and missed,
so dearly missed. Mostly nothing allows for this space,
to come at last to some embrace of mostly what I am not.

Joseph Gallo
August 11, 2011

Helga (Detail) by Andrew Wyeth


Blogger Jan parried...

Very nice. Brevity laden with so much depth and the artwork accentuates it all.

August 13, 2011 10:06 AM  
Blogger Joseph Gallo parried...

Thanks, Jan. I should mention that I did enhance the artwork, recropped, added some minor elements, here and there. For the record.

August 14, 2011 11:36 AM  

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