H.O.M.E.S.

H.

 

Water finds ways

to communicate

to look inside the unspoken door of history.

Listen during a North-Eastern wind

and the waves and commotions of the molecules

will rumble like a chorus

 

the collective juncture is not solely complete              from consciousness

 

            of the past

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for the sake of a collective future.

 

O.

 

 

Do we forget on purpose?

 

shining

A body of

 

water

 

bays, rivers, straits. THE STRAITS! A city, a state

of

mind

in a moment

dead

stabbed by the sharp point on   a sundial

 

the rush against the dock is the question

returning

pulling back to answer

If you don’t see it, believe it…

 

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M.

 

 

Connectedness is         not

            like a      bridge

it’s akin to an  opposite

oxymoron

oddity.

 

Circles do not go round

and     round

in a perfect           shape

circumference or diameter

but, rather in repetitions of decay

and

rebirth.

 

The Saint Lawrence Seaway connects  

            us

to the oceans

which

connects

            us        to more of

 

us.

 

E.

 

 

You don’t hear            like we do

sound

 

 

it isn’t muffled,            like a cave

it echos

 

 

lingering deeper                 below

             and longer

 

 

depths of gunk                         on the floor

     soft clay                        

 

Have you heard?         Sound travels              FOREVER

 

And that when we’re born we hear

the bells           that rang at our ancestors funerals

remembering

FOREVER

carrying

the weight of their memories and mistakes.

 

S.

 

 

Crystal            chunks             of ice

cracking

and

separating

 

large like the glaciers that created these lakes

 

showing           liquid water     untouched by human hands

 

sun’s light touches the virgin water making

the sky

bluer

and

 

reflecting off the white blocks of ice

 

making everything       brighter

 

revealing the truths

that shining shiver you felt is a halt

the cold shift in temperature

is a reminder

of a collective pain

that we all try to forget

but the water has told me

to tell you to

learn and remember and

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