walking

 

By Tammy T. Stone

It’s a brave thing

I’ve come to think

To be lonely when connections

Have been severed

To be without defenses

Which have caged us so long

Finding our steps into any of

Various paths marked in ways

Which defy our understanding.

In loneliness, we see

The strange for the strange

The fear for the fear

And then everything,

From the species of ladybug

Surprising us anew,

To the tree with its sinewy roots,

The person hobbling on the street

With the aid of a cane

Is no longer how we see it,

But what they are

(Because we are

What we are

Nothing more

Nothing less)

Here / now / luminous

Waiting, or maybe not waiting

(To be is to be open

It is in the darkness that we wait)

For our approach

And our fragile hope.

 

Photo: sirenscallmehome

Editor: Dana Gornall

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Tammy Stone Takahashi

Tammy T. Stone is a writer, poet, photographer and student of life. She's written on wellness, spirituality and the arts for several newspapers and magazines internationally. Her short stories and poems have been widely published and anthologized and she has worked on several anthologies as co-editor. Her published works include a book of photography, "Tag it! Toronto: A City's Imagination Revolution" (2009), and the poetry collections "Formation: Along the Ganges and Back Again" (2015), "Little Poems for Big Seasons" (2016) and “Land” (2018). She is based in Canada and Japan.

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