from BARDO

The stars are in our belly; the Milky Way our umbilicus.

Is it a consolation that the stuff of which we’re made

is star-stuff too?

– That wherever you go you can never fully disappear –

dispersal only: carbon, hydrogen, nitrogen, oxygen.

Tree, rain, coal, glow-worm, horse, gnat, rock.

Roselle Angwin

Tuesday 1 November 2011

the dark of the year

One day the hole
in your life comes calling
it's a black bear woken
it's hungry
it wants your clothes
your flesh. It wants your
bones. It eats your work
home marriage.
It wants marrow.
It trashes your dreams
all you've believed in
lived for. It blows
the doors of your
heart wide open
and there's nowhere
to hide. You are naked
nameless dumped
in a dark forest
no map out.

It's around then
you realise
that you're
no longer lost.

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