The Artwork: Solstice
The Poem: The Truth of Transition
The truth of transition
reveals
that fear is simply information
reminding you
the moment after this moment
is something you have not yet met.
So?
You can guess at future feelings,
look only to others, weigh their ways
(back and forth the scales will swing
little mirrors, glints blinding you)
Moment after moment
we discover the new and different.
Moment after moment
we have to find our own way.
Not as some severed system
(little islands, disconnected)
but as mycelium
building a net,
each filament branching into the dark
offers itself to the mystery:
I know what is here and here and here.
But there?
I do not yet know.
Show me.