Immersion - a Halloween poem

Immersion

To make sense -

 meet purpose with desire,

the crafting… or

forgiving of everwhere,

the mastering/inclusion of could have beens,

as plentiful as pomegranate seeds
the what ifs and never seens,

                              not to be shared.

Energy: elastic in circulatory dance.

Woodsmoke and  waterside breath
mists shoulders,

as subtle as a crow’s gaze,

head tilted in Socratic inquiry.

Meet on crossroads, the earthen path strewn.

Composting leaves of memory -

the baseline to our centers, transformed

beneath the pungent decay, the autumn aroma of meaning
                                                                                  exhumed.

Swipe the veils of gauzy hope away,  

 trembling hands;

ever aware.

Silk drags the debris

                     of before;

reveals

footsteps past,

still present in a cyclical universe.  

                       

Insignificant

colliding collage,

sliding symbols like an adept. A duo

of thumb pads, shift -

click the puzzle tiles,

a backseat game,

             trees and shore flashing by.

            Creative flux,

                              tangential…

   annihilates the abstract            

                                    until
                                     one tile
                                        strikes home. 

                                                                       - G.G.