transition or Buchenwald, Mar 1979

Without notice,

touched by a moment’s deep presence

in the midst of darkness

width in me unfolded

like a rose in bloom:

There was nothing to do – but honour

the pain of the dead,

present.

 

Once there,

I saw both guards

east and west on the same platform

forever connected.

 

The same evening,

my open space, my own,

and a knowing certainty –

no more self comfort

against

the world.

 

 

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~ by Barbara S on December 31, 2015.

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