My mind is in around 900 places. The clarity of mind and focus that discernment takes seems quite impossible. Yet, there may be something in that “in between.”
I seek answers. Like most people I crave that definite space: black and white.
It is a simple truth that it life is grey. That, seemingly by design, it is always in transition. As I try to understand my new job, my healing, my confusion and my hope, it all just becomes a smear.
Suffice it to say, poetry is becoming a refuge. For today, “For the Dead” by Adrienne Rich: