J'Lyn Chapman: Meditation #6

Spring '10 TOC

To emerge out of the mineral feeling young and with very little dust left clinging, to be mistaken for naïve after so much traveling—it is a rare gift to continue. I read in my thoughts there was a darkness—call it solitude and felt for myself. It was not me, and it was not my story. But I am tenderly impressed by the sublime—a boat, an earthquake, a narrative of history to revive against, like standing in that cold current and waiting to be taken or to withdraw. I never know which it will be because I choose to wait.

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Not Enough Night
Not Enough Night
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