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
Comments
Tammy Stone Takahashi 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.
Latest posts by Tammy Stone Takahashi (see all)
- The Importance of Connection: This is How We Heal - January 29, 2021
- Let’s Remember Who We Are - January 10, 2021
- Why the Lotus Blooms: Choosing to Stand Tall {Book Review} - October 14, 2020
Trackbacks/Pingbacks