What is constancy but presence~

there always

quietly or boldly, there, always.


Withholding judgment, or

in silent judgment, or

no judgment at all, acceptance~


God knows, that is the creative power

between here and there

the comings and goings, of the simplest of things~


Entering a living room, for one

opening a book,

looking out a window, frosty by winter-breath~


and seeing what? a vision, a scene, the plain, the mundane,

or you, seeing you—there, or not there, always~




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Written on 2023-12-24 at 14:12

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Sona The PoetBay support member heart!
oh! dear
what a beautiful beautiful poem...the joy of missing but not missing because you feel how you feel- an always and forever presence that missing comes as surprise,sometimes.
Thank you for this one.
Merry Christmas, even if i am a day or two late.

Uncle Meridian The PoetBay support member heart!
This might be phrasing it weirdly, but I trust and cherish the voice of this poem.

Chaucer Whethers The PoetBay support member heart!
Poetics are the planes
Upon which
Taking off
Flights into
Landing places.