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Minus the Attachment
by Alison McKenzieI don’t know what I’m doing
I have all the pieces,
Not many fit.
I can’t make it out,
The Future or her plans for me.
Her mysteries, once beguiling,
Grow stale in the shadows
Of a life that has always been
Full of fuzz.
Disconnected, I float
Not anchored in career, or relationship,
Or Peace.
Moments slip by
And gather
In a disheveled pile behind me;
At some point, I think,
I’ll need to sort through it,
Deal with the demon, Past.
But for now, there is no need.
I may want to go live in an Ashram
12/01/2010 Posted on 12/01/2010
Copyright © 2024 Alison McKenzie
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by George Hoerner on 12/01/10 at 01:38 PM The Ashram is no escape lady. I knew a guy I met in NJ years ago and he went into one in California. He had to sign all his earthly wealth over to them. We all have pieces that we've left trailing behind us. A good write Alison. |
| Posted by Joe Cramer on 12/01/10 at 09:27 PM ... an excellent write..... |
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