there I was
in the grip of
grimness
in the midst
of this glorious
rainforest
self-loathing had its
garrote
around my throat
and depression urged it
to finish the job
the cackling clockwork chorus
was in full voice:
homeless, hopeless!
alone, undeserving!
penniless, shameful!
exhausted, wimp!
confused, idiot!
repeat
repeat
repeat
then suddenly, a shift,
– subtle yet seismic –
and I’m out of my mind
and absorbed into a bright beingness
that needs no healing
because it knows no
brokenness
the clamor dies down
consciousness folds itself
back into its contents
the light
that’s never needed a housekeeper
beams itself up as a
world
that falls to its mossy knees
and scribbles a poem
–
