Edith Speers: The Flow
The Flow
Mostly it happens outside
hunkered down by a fence line
dividing land into rectangles
or using T-square and tape measure
to cut a straight line through timber
when you pause for a rest
sweaty and tired
with no one around
and no particular sound.
Mostly it happens in the country
and mostly you have to be alone
so there is no conversation
no human interaction to distract you
and nothing in your mind
no planning or reviewing going on
no mental effort
and no gloating or resentment
just emptiness and quiet inside.
Mostly it happens very slowly
a gradual awareness
of something powerful and mysterious
as though the air is clear syrup
and everything within it
is gentle and buoyant
and connected with each other
in a smoothly moving current
whose beginning and end you will never know
Mostly you look around for reasons
but all you find are miniature imitations
the wild flower sweet persuasions
the grass and weed invasions
the slither of lizard or of snake
the existence of anything that makes
a path of curving curling undulations
all intertwined and braided proliferations
and the pattern they create.
Mostly you let go and carry on
doing all the things you have to do
but for a while you can feel
on your skin that it is real
all this profusion of illusions
the flight of birds and bees
the swaying of trees in the wind
the glassy surge of rivers and streams
are more than what they seem.
Mostly you forget until it happens again
but sometimes you stop and wait
to let yourself follow and trace
your place as a thread in the line
your dance as a mote in the tide
your role as a pulse in the heart-beat’s whole
the ebb and flow of systole and diastole
your note in the symphony’s rise and fall
and know you are part of it all.
Edith Speers
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