How quickly things can change,
Shift on some unknown axis,
Sending everything that touches us
Flying in directions that make no sense,
Or rotating in an absolute perfect logic,
Completely unknown to us.
Twisting, turning, erupting,
Birthing unrecognizable landscapes,
Sculpting in rushing and raging waters.
Volcanic explosions of change,
Emerging, rippling, eroding the known
Into some strange biological insurgency
Comprised of roadblocks and detritus.
At times, manifesting wildly as
Tornadoes of trash and destruction,
Or a campfire run amok.
Frightening and enlightening,
Electric, these twists and turns unfold.
Just and unjust, righteous and unholy,
The path of life is confounding.
No fidelity here, no stability,
Always and ever changing, this existence.
Mysterious and veiled, upending itself
Every now and then,
Blinding in the brightest light.
At times, from the fog of frustration,
Materializing and solidifying, softly rolling in
Come opaque wisps of understanding,
Building and growing, ebbing and flowing,
We for the most part know nothing of where
These gifts come from, or how they came,
Yet they arrive.
A helping hand, a plate of food,
A roof over our bedraggled heads,
A warm bed, a tattered quilt,
At times becoming our salvation.
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Sandra Place leads a rich life holding a master’s degree in counseling psychology, a graduate certificate and numerous certifications in holistic health. She is a poet, healthcare consultant and educator, consulting with creative approaches to the provision of care and organizational development. Find her at www.asandyplace.com and for more information contact her at [email protected].
Shift on some unknown axis,
Sending everything that touches us
Flying in directions that make no sense,
Or rotating in an absolute perfect logic,
Completely unknown to us.
Twisting, turning, erupting,
Birthing unrecognizable landscapes,
Sculpting in rushing and raging waters.
Volcanic explosions of change,
Emerging, rippling, eroding the known
Into some strange biological insurgency
Comprised of roadblocks and detritus.
At times, manifesting wildly as
Tornadoes of trash and destruction,
Or a campfire run amok.
Frightening and enlightening,
Electric, these twists and turns unfold.
Just and unjust, righteous and unholy,
The path of life is confounding.
No fidelity here, no stability,
Always and ever changing, this existence.
Mysterious and veiled, upending itself
Every now and then,
Blinding in the brightest light.
At times, from the fog of frustration,
Materializing and solidifying, softly rolling in
Come opaque wisps of understanding,
Building and growing, ebbing and flowing,
We for the most part know nothing of where
These gifts come from, or how they came,
Yet they arrive.
A helping hand, a plate of food,
A roof over our bedraggled heads,
A warm bed, a tattered quilt,
At times becoming our salvation.
________________________________________________________________
Sandra Place leads a rich life holding a master’s degree in counseling psychology, a graduate certificate and numerous certifications in holistic health. She is a poet, healthcare consultant and educator, consulting with creative approaches to the provision of care and organizational development. Find her at www.asandyplace.com and for more information contact her at [email protected].
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