Presence Are
A poem by Jessica Lindsay
Presence are a golden gift
wrapped with lightest lace,
delicate dreams,
fleeting face.
Once time is speed
too quickly past,
A feather floats
to bleeding blast.
Instead retreat into my mind.
A haven sure, in weakness bind
myself to this ole bollard true,
amidst the sea and ocean blue
It’s tickered tape that I allow
to trickle’n’trape across my brow
as slowly I digest the waves
Of cadenced worry and whiskey saves
Though beat against the wharf and bow
by memories and plans,
I hold on tight to my anchored now
and fight the ancient ruins
Latency grabs me by the neck and I
struggle to scream
consciousness.
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Reflection
How do you fight the urge to retreat into the safety of your mind? How do you manage to stay present? Would love to hear from you in the comments below.
This is beautiful and poignant and true. Thanks so much for sharing your heart with us. Being present is a constant struggle at times. I think there is an ebb and a flow built into it though, and it’s perfectly designed to keep us asking and seeking and searching and digging. Times of rest and times of inspiration all melt together into this thing we call life. 🙂
Thank you so much for your comment, Lynda! I agree, there is a certain fluidity to being present as well; yet that ebb and flow is something I struggle with personally. Hence my tendency to retreat into the space of my mind where I am in control of what I allow myself to process at that time. It’s difficult to stay in it when life feels chaotic at times.