blind repetition or ritual?

August 20, 2020 at 11:30 pm 1 comment

blind repetition or ritual?

at times your remembrance

blinds me into setting

your place again at the table

although you are gone from here

and no matter how

we might grieve or pray

you shall not (ever) return.

quietly, i replace the dishes

and then stand for a moment

staring down into

the winter-shadowed valley from this hill

(and remembering that hill

of yours).

actually, we parted

when i was a child

and i am old now.

at times, i find myself

setting your place…

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  • 1. samwise davies  |  August 20, 2020 at 11:32 pm

    I should have corrected the ‘typesetting’, although I can still see the separations. It seems, at this current point, to be in the path of firm correctness–and accepting reality, especially when it’s painful.

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