It's not exile, homes and families behind
us, where we meet. It happens anywhere,
now: a stateless
state of no name, quietly seceding
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the crowd, all its separate faces at once, coming out of solution like crystals, , , , yeah, that is right. There is no dearth of ideas people share in such situations. Nice drop. Congrats.
Like a frill of breaking waves. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
You are received. This is the freedom of the city, and the key to the kingdom.......... Congrats for being chosen.....
wow! gross gets as close as anyone can, i think, to describing something that is hard to describe, transient but transforming. i think it's a moment like i try to describe in my haiku driving north when the sun rises over the mountains. where is home really? gross describes it- where your are received. by whom? i know it is by God. just as we are- sins and all, faults and all- God loves us because love is what God is and does. gross is describing, it seems to me, a moment of clarity when we see this, when we know this. but it's only a moment- but its borders ripple outwards- into the way we see, into our perspective on life- but it's already fading. but all it takes is a moment! will you laugh or cry? both. perhaps both at the same time- for the joy of this realization. i sobbed. such a moment unmoors us but is wonderful. we know a secret now. we have a knowing that is beneath- a foundation- and that lasts after the passing show of this world. glen kappy