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
post-time 10:30 PM
4 Comments:
Very nice. Brevity laden with so much depth and the artwork accentuates it all.
Thanks, Jan. I should mention that I did enhance the artwork, recropped, added some minor elements, here and there. For the record.
Thank you Joseph. I love the Wyeth you choose and your personal insights and personal experiences w/in your life. I think that last quote by T. S. Eliot is most appropriate for me to bring up after thinking about your past condition, which may also be a part of your current condition ... being that years have passed and I sense that certain memories and longings linger.
Dear Unknown: If you should ever read this, thank you. Thank you writing to me even if it has taken me months to see your comment. Hugs to you, deep hugs from the girth of life.
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