Speaking Of Essence 2007

            Speaking Of Essence

Essence has a kind of maths –

A nucleus expressed in faith:

The star

That follows

Who you are

And what.

We visit the botanic gardens, me, you, mother in-law.

She says “They don’t sweep the paths”.

In a café, as she sits there –

It’s the sweeping,

Not the sweets she eats there.

Café clean, there’s nothing more.

Before the food, it is the floor.

Nothing matters

But the splatters,

And her essence has no peace

Until, unless

A spirit comes to move her.

©Speaking Of Essence 07.10.25 (revised from 99.6.14)

Mother Book; Small Stories Book; Swedish Book;

Arlene Corwin



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