Space
Jun, 26 2011 | circle of loveliness | admin | No comments
We had the fantastic opportunity to do a little one night / two day get-away with some of the women from the Writing Workshop (thanks to our lovely host Lisa and her family home out in the country). What a fantastic place to hold a writing workshop and what an inspired and inspiring journeys everyone took with the writing. Clearly I was struck by the need for more space and silence. Here is one of the pieces I wrote from that weekend:
Space – by Nathalie Vachon Give me a view, pleaseA field divided into sections Grass to start Dirt awaiting possibility Another row of green A farmhouse in the distance
Give me space A sky that ends in nowhere A cloud that trails behind, long behind the others
Give me a farmhouse in the distance Let it belong to the Smith’s or the Schaeffer’s Let me follow the braided rows in the fields Let them take me to a girl in pigtails To me, standing on the edge of Lake Superior Or filling up a canteen with icy water from a mountain spring Let there be space between this car that passes And the next Give me space between bird songs I can hear silence here No lawn mowers, no hammering, no neighbours talking Give me silence I forgot how luscious it was In the city, there’s a skyscraper always yelling in the horizon There’s always someone with base pumping out of sub-woofer Trying to make a point A noisy vomit of a point
Give me cells that open and bloom Give me grass that floats like perfume to the tip of my nose Freshly cut grass Give me green A gondola of go-around green To keep my feet on the ground To let my roots and toes wiggle, plunge
And give me blue A little brook off to the left A meandering sky above I would marry blue if I could Would build wings of raffia and lace Strap them on so I could fly up and take the sky as mine Let its arms wrap around me Let it whisper into me Open up all the shut off spaces – the tiny Huddles of scared cells Let it breath clouds like cotton candy Let it whisk and wisp and turn me into air
I could become an angel I would, if the sky would have me I would sacrifice this body with its water and weariness
For air, for flight Air, space, you cannot be a silhouette like me But you can be a breath, a thought You can be everything and nothing at once Space, you are where possibility begins
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