SHADOWS & WEIGHTS

of JOYLESSNESS

Anchoring the soul to the depths

encased in and imbued with such gravity: 

ingrown aches and sediment,

horrors and hurts of ago:

the world’s woes embodied,

transfixing every self and substance.

Ancient glimpses, moments

of felicity, beatitude, rapture

echo and resonate -

  then effervesce and flee: 

too translucent and ethereal to manifest 

in virtual matter or senses.

The shadows are still so hefty

the anchors fossilized, imbedded into flesh

disabling freedom and

the weightlessness of joy.

I vividly remember a beloved child

- in my clumsy care; when he died,

he soared and wheeled, yippeee, 

like a caged bird set free

a crazied rocket released

from his terrible bodily chains

-  like that: so trapped, stuck was he/are we -

until we rise up, let go, allow and somehow morph…