The Moment

The Moment

There is a great heaviness on the carousel

This going round and round and round and round

The music of the grand calliope

Off keyed and somber now

After years of rust and rain

This necessary thing called pain

Supposedly a seed that grows in the furrows

Into some sort of beautifully lined fruition

Maybe it does

Maybe it doesn’t

There might just be a fragrance to the flowers

If I will simply choose to inhale slowly

The springtime air enters my nose

Fills my lungs

Finds its way to every single place in my being

There is a fragrance there I’ve never noticed

There is something there, something air

But I must turn aside to note it

What is this?

I see a eucalyptus, on fire

Yet not consumed

Suddenly, I sense the heaviness of a Spirit

Pressing out the heaviness of my soul

I think the former frightens me more

I know not what I came here for

Those things no longer carry any weight at all

Compared to this weight I feel, I crawl

To the point where I cannot go any further

Yet I must go further still

No human power, no human will

Could stand this any longer

But I will stay here until I’m stronger

Or I will stay here until I die.

K, Duane Carter 5/26/16

Image from Google Images and is not my personal photography