Grit Poem by Fraser Mackay
Grit
the stars are out tonight Rachael
and I'm moving again, away from life
departing from the remotest point
my back curved
latin-stepping the moonlit quartz
this bleak equation, distanced
from ownership, walking
backwards, hunted, wearied
falling heavily in the shadows
formlessness isn't it?
this striving, pieces breaking off
but with a sense of standing firm
the letting go woven into the fabric.
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5/4/2024 7:42:50 PM # 1.0.0.1119
the visuals in 'grit' are right there...latin-stepping the moonlit quartz is a beautiful line indeed....