the path’s reveal unwind

the path’s reveal unwind

          By MarciaMarcia

I thought I knew the me of me

Inside the depth and breadth of me

where seeds of possibility

lay sleeping dormant...still

 

outside the cultivated  manyness  of me

that only eyes of other’s see

walking workings 

of each day’s 

rhythmic cadence beats

 in way

at playground pace

where inner child and 

older face await 

commencement’s search 

in space to find 

destiny’s path reveal...

unwind

 

paused...

a telling cloth provides our safe, enfolded 

holding place 

 

beneath its woven tapestry diverse of strong, courageous colored threads 

in chosen troth

...we step..

the journeys back 

to where 

we both were taught

 

pensively we walk

the path 

in backward flow of time 

retracing there, in slowed embrace 

scenes analogized

 

and seeing first 

a sapling sprout 

its seeded place holds fast

while reaching out from pod’s reside to find its self

in forest twisting pasts

 

making note of memory’s mind

we.....child and I unearth

many tort-turned frames

of alternate design 

 

a seed

through trusted shelter’s 

taken cue 

appears within 

this, then  perceived overview 

our child inside, 

uncovers now 

a noticed first, 

disguised 

judgement’s twisted mime

viewed in blinding glare 

truth...truth’s blatant stare

falsified by time’s 

refracted tare

 

we hear a thwarted 

song in rhyme 

nursed of thistled stem 

and prickled thread-like 

slithering tendrillous grasp   

of suckling vine’s rapacious wine ....

this sapling’s  ill-nurturing, tending vine 

has fed it full 

its grape’s impeding 

liquor’s quench 

meant a stunting crime

disrupting 

all of Innocence 

 

we observe

this sapling’s sees,  

refraction’s face 

in mirrored place

there ....resigned

not grown 

from pod to seed 

to sapling flower’s crest 

becomes, instead 

one fragile weed

left to fill to fullness there

in wait 

it grows no buds 

to flowered petals sweet 

but turns instead, undone within, 

its stems bared of leaf and fruit

this fledge-weed lingers long.....

in longing for its change...

......despaired

 

we turn-a new path, back

the child and I 

step on 

and find this weed resound 

in questioned cries

in queried thoughts

beneath its inner eye. 

 

as we step and further look 

from passed to future scenes

its living growth of spirit-self 

renews in time, 

in change has changed

from budded seed 

to pod to sapling weed...

to founding nature firmly wrought...

 

it springs its Spring... of sounding truth

which cannot not be denied

and grows and grows in beau-tied strength and stature prime

and seeking refuge of a kind

in-expression’s nurturing nest

creating and becoming

what it’s waiting workings seek......its best

 

there before us stands anew

where weed is pushing

reaching due

beyond the earth to sky and cloud

it’s many stemmed facade......stands proud

In dusted chalk and rain washed hues, 

of multi colored dappled lights

of process born 

in seek and find

this sapling knows where

courage grows...

in wanders-ways 

of founding truth

in flight of mind

in art of kind

its proof abounds

with blossomed leaves and flowering fruit 

upon, within transformation’s sounding root. 

 

Marcia D Miller 

September 14, 2019