Echoes of not-knowing

along the edges of fate, press into the thin skin of sublime choice

~ ~ ~ ~ 

This poem arose from the writing prompt on September 16, 2020, from Invocation of Solitude. I had been reading M Train, by Patti Smith. I was lonely, even though in a relationship – and I was struck by the richness of connection that Patti had with her late husband Fred “Sonic” Smith, even though he had been gone for decades. 

And I was thinking about the pending US election, and how people were going to choose. That feels so long ago. 

Six months later, I am thinking about choice again. All the choices we make in a day. All the conscious and unconscious choices we make. How all the choices add up. I’m wondering, what would happen, if for a day, every time I made a choice, no matter how big or small, I stated – “I am choosing . . . “

How would that feel?


February 27, 2021
Flagstaff, AZ 


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I'm a rock-n-roller poet who left the Big Apple for the Big Sky Desert where I've been letting it be and grooving with universal love, singing to the gods, dancing with the muses and bicycling with dreamtime messengers. I like altering my reality through imagination, movement, breath, and makin' stuff.

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