we are not rooted


we are not rooted

a strong wind topples us 


we are   ultimately   alone

what connects us

our emotions   our relationships 

hold us together


until the storm comes ~ 

but you know that




yet   there is something binding

penelope and odysseus


dorothy and the tin man

zoey and samuel

unseen tendrils   gluons   dark matter 

psychic dots and dashes 


someone is there to pick us up   

if the damage is not too great




not always

not the castaway 


not the motherless child

not you

who hurts

in a way that defies words


i will sit by your bed

i will hold your hand   but alone is alone




the grace that saves

and the tragedy


is that it ends

i will let go   i will have no choice

you will let go   

you will have no choice


then there is eternity

or   as i think of it   a second chance









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Written on 2021-04-05 at 20:00

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Editorial Team The PoetBay support member heart!
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It is in the deepest moments of despair, that aloneness howls its saddest call

Yes, this is very effective, otp. We had forgotten how much we enjoy the shapes of your poems. And the content here is very engaging. Worth re-reading indeedy :>)

Bibek The PoetBay support member heart!
Very poignant.

Some people are married to a single land, while others are the flirtatious types, always in motion. Yet, ultimately, we're all alone.

Deeply touching!

Ann Wood The PoetBay support member heart!
Sad, but beautiful poem, and so true, say it. Well done, Jim, I love it.

Jamsbo Rockda The PoetBay support member heart!
I love reading your work. It sooths a torrid mind. And I really like the reference to dark matter.

I like the form that has found you here, or that you have found for the poem. I shall have to read this through again, more slowly, more receptively.