The Stillness

Nephew and I were standing in complete, perfect awe on the top of Pikes Peak when the words were spoken
& as we drove down that amazing mountain he suggested my next poem should be titled, should be written about our experience and those four syllables
& I thought,
hmmmm

hmmmm

And there those future lyrics sit, since August, on that back burner in my brain.
Two entire pages of my Barry Manilow notebook filled with scribbles and lines.
Expressions that have popped up and chimed in with their ‘hurry ! hurry ! enter me before you forget !’ gentle panic.
Like an impossible jigsaw puzzle, all bunched up and cluttered, those random rhymes and miscellaneous this and that’s patiently wait for their day to enter this world
& they will.
When the time is right, they so will.

One of my favorite inspirations from my forever obsession, Rainer Maria Rilke, reads …

“I must wait in the stillness for the sounding. I know if I force it, it will not come at all.”

& yep.
That’s exactly how it feels.

I know those mumbled, jumbled letters will all come together one day.
I’ll know, they’ll know when it’s their turn.
I’ll lock myself away, spend hours and many pieces of paper unscrambling the scramble,
I’ll emerge with a proud !! TA DA !!
& I will send my new creation out into the universe.

Some will read, some may not but, in the grand scheme of things, it doesn’t really matter.
These writings I bring to life, the joy, the comfort they offer when all is said and done and I realize ‘hey! that’s pretty good !’ ?
Yeah.
It is Pretty. Darn. Awesome.

& if they just so happen to brighten up your life too ?
Well, wee.
It’s alllllll good !

Four simple words quietly anticipate.
Brought to me, you, us by the glorious glee of a mountain top.
I can’t wait for their birth.

🙂