Arlene Corwin Poetry

         A Meditative Attempt At Comforting

You are my synapses,

My consciousness,

My chemistry  

And everyone’s.

I have no ‘my’,

I have no say.

We are combined and mixed as one.

We are a kind of moon and sun.

That being so, 

One has to rest and be at ease

In seeming damned catastrophes:

Ageing’s ills and strains unbidden.

Youth’s robustness to bed-ridden

Impotence that needs to ask for each and every  

Life’s dependency.

This, for a friend ‘who sees an end,

And for another with the bother

Of a herniated rupture.

This, a meditative scripture

On attempts to see things are they are;

As they really, really are, 

Have been and will be ever.

A Meditative Attempt At Comforting 9.4.2018 God Book II; The Processes: Creative, Thinking, Meditative II; Arlene Nover Corwin