Choose This Now

Feel the city breakin’
And everybody shakin’,
And we’re stayin’ alive, stayin’ alive.~Barry and Maurice Gibb

I’m outside blessed by beams of sun prayers
flinging new narrative.  How can I stay
the course?  I choose this now to be daring,
indiscreet, exposing lies any way

I can, but man, indigence is so tough
dealing with displaced stuff.  Nowhere to go
and who would have me? I don’t fit enough.
Can’t watch TV, how blatant hoaxes sold.

Behind the fence strange men chainsawing trees.
Indistinct shouts. Ominous creaks.  A ray
of gold illuminates my face.  I see
visions, crystalline hunches.  Truths I say

reworded by the helpful.  My welcome
wearing thin.  This strong gust.  That falling branch.
The snapping crunch.  A wasp.  I squint and hum
into dissonance.  Precise circumstance

so fraught with layered meanings, I must rise
to worlds beyond this homelessness and see
I’m unencumbered.  New senses surprise
turmoil incessant.  Shadows coming free.

Inspired by: Turmoil, Incessant and Stay.

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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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