Encounters

Choice

I did not choose to be here, did I?

Growing up into my person, was a delight

Because I was worked on, kneaded by and by

In opposition yet proximate were fiction, poetry and fright

My encounters spill over

Loss

I have traveled journeys, not just of places

Embodied within me are bonfire embers, me a

Fascinating stew pot of corners and crevices

Your loss permeated through all my September’s

My encounters spill over

Invitations

I was extended an invitation by the world, permission to go deep

Yet extend broad such that my life radiated across miles

Strangers who cocooned me with lullabies of care and keep

Friends who beckoned my stumbling feet through miles and miles

My encounters spill over

Kinship

I was by definition a compliant first born, embracing

The privilege of my father’s sustained friendship

Guided by my mother’s diaphanous afternoon’s spent lacing

To know their best parts, carrying an advantage bias of kinship

My encounters spill over

Dwellings

I witnessed new dwellings, a continued transition

Anticipation to many conversations, curious and traditional

Meditating on peculiar voices, tracing abundance into ambition

Leaning in such that physical effort was in defiance of the subliminal

My encounters spill over

Being

I am of there, here, of them, others, of then and now

My heart beating in lament for distance and what is not

My mind a chess board of contemplation disrupted by that snowplow

My life perpetual, a continued unraveling of fisherman knots

My encounters spill over

My encounters spill over

 

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