Hanging out

As the old man rambled on,

I felt my thoughts take off,

transported on the magical journey,

willing to be led

startled by this new perspective.

This!, my soul exclaimed, rising

in exultation as chains and blinders

fell off so smoothly

it was as if they’d never been.

We walked together on a shore

newly revealed by the dawning

sun, the trackless sand spreading

in front of us, the waves

erasing evidence of our path.

He ended gently and as I settled to earth

I heard one of the foreign students

complain about the boring lecture.

The space between the uttered

words is lost when the translation

seizes it.  Perhaps we can only offer this mystery

like a shell cast up by the tide,

silent but for the distant

echo of the waves.

Inspired by The Daily Word Prompt: lecture


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Victoria Stuart

I'm a poet, philosopher and inner seeker. A giver, lover and a healer who studies the heart.

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