I have published many photograph and poem pairings online; this series marks a return to posting poems on their own.
I will post a poem in this series every waning quarter moon.
Enantiodromia
Stuck, I turn still
Like
In a skid
I turn the wheel
In the wrong
Direction
And
Hope...
It feels wrong;
It works well
Poised, I feel fear
Now
the danger
Is in
Believing
There is danger.
When fixity
Becomes flow
And each no turns
Relentlessly to a new yes
And each step is like a whole flight
Of stairs and climbing them
I'm flying and instead
Of growing weary
I am feeling reinvigorated
by the work and
I know this is what I was born to do
and I know this is what I have always wanted
And every day is better than the last
and now
I have traction,
motion, and momentum...
Purpose.
It feels right;
It plays well.
Monday, 20 July 2020
Lexington, Virginia