A fleeting view of self,
beyond grief
negotiating life loss and truth
finding it and saying it
evolving into liberating spaces.
A murder of crows,
more than those mischievous birds,
a canvas for conversations
the arbitrariness of organization
of permanence, of memory
of expectations, of routines violated.
A quest for new skills
to adapt to new circumstances,
to find meaning,
in the midst of surprise, astonishment, fear.
Making sense of the search
for new self definition,
for new ways of viewing
for new ways of declaring
one’s world.
Aaltoe's Blog 
March 8, 2021 at 12:10 am |
This piece is profound and beautiful Bill. A mix between poem and painting with words. It touches something in me that resonates deeply.
March 8, 2021 at 12:48 am |
I can identify with this. The changes, trying to find a new definition of self. Transitions. Mysterious and difficult too. Undefined. Definable. Thanks Dad.