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Poet’s Corner, October 2023

Nowheresville

How can I regulate my extreme sense of alienation,
witnessing unfiltered sobs of my mother’s demise,
can we bridge our mutual privation?

Overwhelmed, I barely flinched, my eyes drained dry
my energy spent, of course, next day, I smiled ‘Hi’.

I resumed my stylised plight breath after breath,
sliding from shame to self-blame, crevices melded into
rupturing nightmares, night after night.

Deftly I trafficked dreams in analytic forays, to-and-fro
in search of elusive meaning to counter my disorienting
v e r t i g o

Below our armour-plated self-deceptions, immortality
crumbled, her impending passing exposed layered
vulnerability, I tumble.

Finally something beyond reason opened a secret vault,
I was plunged into silent rage.

I emerged to repurpose my shattered self – re-formed from
fragments long before self esteem formed.

I breathed into my body
I breathed into my breath
I inhaled breath
I exhaled death

Off-beat I improvised to reconcile new cycles
the ebb and flow of recycled life with afterlife

(image © Rodney Humphrey)