Reflections

Communique from Cómpeta – #22

 

Our journeys are filled with chances

Doorways to not now

Some taken, some ignored, some slammed

Some never noticed

Until the clarity of time reveals the miss

 

Is it fair, at this point, any point

To wonder about the branches

Ponder the paths pursued and passed

What slipped away on a random day

Swirling into the never will be

 

What music did we miss

Golden in the beckoning, notes resonant, words pure

Filling in the missing pieces

Of the harmonies

Our spirits yearned to sing

 

What lover’s name will we never call

The one with all the right answers

To all the murky questions

That we never quite managed

To ask even of ourselves

 

What vocation inclination eluded our grasp

Instead of the clank and grind we settled for

Grudgingly, perhaps desperately

What would we have done

If we could do anything

 

What lands would we have discovered

After others but before most

A place where the sun shines like memory

And the food tastes of already tasted

And we know our souls have been here before

 

Will we ever find solace, wondering about the uncreaked doors

Justifying the measures and the choices and the results

Is it possible to take our dream stick

And stir up the Sea of Then-and-Now

Until the waves change from gray to blue

 

Or do we toss aside the seeds that never grew

And enjoy the flowers that did bloom, however imperfect

Discolored, but ours, and therefore beautiful

Tending our garden, tending ourselves

And squeezing the juice out of tender fruit

 

Do we take the chances

To learn new dances

Or do we dance as we have always done

To the music only we can hear

Until our feet find their way once again

 

 

Note: Photo taken in one of the many gardens of the Palacio de Generalife, the “summer palace” at the Alhambra in Granada, Spain.

 

18 replies »

  1. “Or do we dance as we have always done
    To the music only we can hear
    Until our feet find their way once again”

    There is something lovely and vulnerable and hopeful all at the same time in those lines.

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  2. How oddly apt. Especially today when someone I knew has passed from this mortal coil by their own hand.

    “Or do we toss aside the seeds that never grew

    And enjoy the flowers that did bloom, however imperfect

    Discolored, but ours, and therefore beautiful

    Tending our garden, tending ourselves

    And squeezing the juice out of tender fruit”

    He forgot how to tend his garden I guess, and tossed aside the seeds of possibility.

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    • Oh my. Suicide is a tricky, personal thing. I’ve been through periods of depression in my life, but that option has never crossed my mind. Then again, we all have different fruits, and we tasted them differently, so I have no place to judge…

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  3. How oddly apt. Especially today when someone I knew has passed from this mortal coil by their own hand.

    “Or do we toss aside the seeds that never grew

    And enjoy the flowers that did bloom, however imperfect

    Discolored, but ours, and therefore beautiful

    Tending our garden, tending ourselves

    And squeezing the juice out of tender fruit”

    He forgot how to tend his garden I guess, and tossed aside the seeds of possibility.

    Liked by 1 person

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