Settling Smoke – edit

We were assembled in that place,

strangers with strange names.

Though I could see nothing of the others through the smoke

and across the words of so many different tongues,

I knew we were kindred –

related through questions like,

“Why are we here?”

and

“where do I belong?”

We were bound in our questions,

but the methods for answering –

the methods divided.

We were together yet separate,

some more together than others,

some more separate.

I avoided those questions,

those deep question I knew we all shared.

I avoided the questions,

but as the smoke settled

and the features coalesced into faces,

acquaintances,

I began to perceive

how each had tried to answer them.

I longed to become a part of this group,

to belong.

And in my yearning I reached out.

I might have caught something in the eyes,

even through the smoke and across the tongues,

but the eyes were too personal,

too deep,

and too far away to touch.

Elusive.

I reached out to take,

but held back in my giving.

Like so many others,

I knew the danger in giving.

Giving leads to vulnerability,

dependence,

and that lesson,

oh so painful in the learning.

We were kin in that place,

together yet separate.

10.19.98

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One response to “Settling Smoke – edit

  • dtdeedge

    Here’s the original version: http://wp.me/p3BWpZ-3O

    We were assembled,

    all together in that room,

    together yet separate.

    I could see nothing of the others through the smoke

    and the words of so many

    different tongues.

    Oh,

    I could probably have caught something in their eyes,

    yes,

    even through the smoke,

    and across the tongues,

    but the eyes were too personal.

    The eyes were too deep.

    I was kin to each,

    yet we were unknowns,

    strangers with strange names.

    We were kin through our questions,

    and through our methods of finding the answers,

    answers to questions like,

    “Why are we here?”

    and

    “where do I belong?”

    The smoke settled a bit

    and the features started to become recognizable,

    acquaintances?

    But,

    the eyes still eluded me,

    the eyes were still too personal,

    and too far away to touch.

    I still avoided those questions,

    those deep question I knew we all shared.

    I avoided the questions,

    but I began to perceive

    how each had tried to answer them.

    We were still together,

    yet separate,

    some more together than others,

    Some still more separate yet.

    Those questions bound us,

    but the methods for answering,

    the methods began to divide.

    I longed to become a part,

    a part of this group,

    to belong.

    I yearned for a place in the group,

    and I reached out.

    I reached out to take,

    but held back

    in my giving.

    Like so many others,

    knew the danger

    in giving.

    Giving leads to vulnerability,

    and that lesson,

    oh so painful in the learning.

    10.19.98

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