NaPoWriMo 2020: Day 23
Fierce cloud of shadow has come to hover
over the land. Held in place by strange wind of change
that has us running to hide
or seeking to defy its reality.
Those are our only choices. But each one
only intensifies the inner hum that quietly shrieks, “Danger!”
We can either stay home, but that means being alone,
bereft of our busy routines that allow us
to believe we are being productive.
But, what are we producing and for whom?
Or we can go out and congregate. Gather together
to rail against rules put in place to keep us safe,
while endangering self and all others.
Perhaps this shadow cloud has come
to help us move to the beat of a new and different drummer.
To quiet ourselves until we can hear the hum of our own heartbeat?
Or the voice of our soul, who alone knows
that life is a journey toward wholeness.
Taken one step at a time, in search of a rhyme
as well as a reason. Singular chance to learn how to dance
to whatever season we happen to find ourselves in, be that
Spring, Summer, Autumn or Winter,
or somewhere in between.
Finally learning how to become one with the One
that seeks only to heal
Elizabeth Crawford 4/23/2020
Notes: Image is a photo found on the Internet. Author unknown. This writing is what I call a “crossover” piece. Neither poetry or prose, but something in between, using both elements, yet making its own music. I have done them before, but it has been a number of years since doing so. The photo has been calling to me ever since I started NaPo this year, but I also knew that it was demanding something different. I guess today was the day.