The Corridor goes toward,
It goes away from,
It goes by.
Its potential is not itself.
What it goes toward mixes apprehension, anticipation, fear, longing, the unknown.
It goes away from what was good, perhaps bad, memorable, easily forgotten.
It goes by worlds sometimes partially revealed, imperfectly revealed,
And the away, by and toward afford some lodging
For my own thoughts and feelings
Though not all.
Many are not welcome, even foreign and incompatible
Conflict is inevitable.
Learning slow.
My speed of movement varies,
Propelled by curiosity, by dark unrevealed menace, by necessity
Obstructed by others
In their corridors,
In their corridor dealings
And, like me, by their temptations to dwell
In conflict with their needs to move.
Aaltoe's Blog 
June 5, 2020 at 10:28 pm |
“And, like me, by their temptations to dwell
In conflict with their needs to move.” I am going to be thinking about this.