The word obsessions often comes with negative connotations. It’s not healthy to have obsessions (think OCD, hoarders, or stalkers). But where would we be without them?
Pieces ~ obsessions
My Constant Companion
We listened to talk shows
chatted about acid rain,
flirted a little.
Constraint on An Uneasy Sea ~ obsessions
cannot navigate. To slough off:
like skin cells, turn from a fine
powder, into into earth into sand
into skin oil and light. Burn.
A perfected balance achieved in sleep
can sometimes twist up through wakefulness
its delicate wire and weight contraption.
A child-like willingness today
was, only yesterday, an embryo
in the womb of my resistance.
Motherhood ~ obsessions
herbs bought in the throes of
gourmet dinner clubs now shriveled in their
glass bottles, a litmus for the total
disinterest in anything to do with food.
From Wandering Mortal
seeking a sign
that has survived nothingness
a lost toy
or simple earthen potsherd