© by Christine O’Brien
The violence of birth
an entry point
we are all players here
what capsule did I take
that made me forget
Are these words a tunnel
I follow towards that illusive speck of light?
When I reach the end, might I…
dissolve in a fizzle or a sudden nova.
Some say a star is flung into the night
“Find your place in the order of things”
says one of the true gods
or, is chaos our real plight
and are we doomed to try to carve
sense out of nonsense?
Can I then “dance my clumsy dance”
stop seeking truth long enough to see it
I’ve posted this quote from Pablo Neruda in an earlier blog…but when I found my poem above, I had forgotten where “dance my clumsy dance” came from. Ah, Neruda, of course.
“There is no insurmountable solitude. All paths lead to the same goal: to convey to others what we are. And we must pass through solitude and difficulty, isolation and silence in order to reach forth to the enchanted place where we can dance our clumsy dance and sing our sorrowful song – but in this dance or in this song there are fulfilled the most ancient rites of our conscience in the awareness of being human and of believing in a common destiny.” Pablo Neruda
What’s your clumsy dance looking like these days? Do a free write using this prompt. Write until your pen runs out of ink…just kidding. Write for as long as you have something to say about this.