"We tell ourselves stories in order to live"
………….Joan Didion
“I need to get out of here, now!”
G whispered.
“Where do you want to go?”
A whispered back.
“Just out of the smoke, heat, anguish, and intensity of this
place!”
“Go if you want! I’ll be here when you get back.”
Psyche screamed, “IF!” as G pushed her way through and
through and out.
Breath and periphery opened instantly.
Near was bright, shiny, and fresh,
but further beckoned beyond with even more.
G sucked it in and powered momentum with the results.
Momentarily, a squirrel locked and unlocked eyes with G,
opening another door.
An arbitrary raft on an anonymous river flourished with
impulse and agility that G took to heart;
to heart, mind, amygdala, and sinew.
For G, the poem of tomorrow opened
with a long vowel and forever.
Quotations integral to the tapestry: “ceaselessly musing venturing throwing seeking”
from “A Noiseless Patient Spider” by Walt Whitman.
https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/45473/a-noiseless-patient-spider
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