Mapping...

As we examine a two dimensional 

artifact of experience, 

searching for an interpretation

within the confines of reason,

we use finite words

of a language

in which, like any map,

the living territory

so often gets lost.

At times we pause,

we wrestle with essence, 

that ineffable moving verb 

unfolding on so many planes

simultaneously, 

addressed in different voices,

observed through different eyes,

remembered through so many imaginings,

and sometimes tangential associations

asking "it" to move predictably,

conform to a single perspective

we hold dear from another time.

But in fact, now, the most intimate spatial relationships

are voluminously endless

and overflowing 

with wild poetry

the mystery 

of the waters 

of life...

And so, just maybe, with a soft focus

we can perceive its newborn gentle timbre,

the earth rising through our bones,

our own hearts rising up

with unimagined shimmering frequencies.

As here, on our island,

from our shared

rectangular outlines 

we speak and listen

to a collective

multifaceted metamorphic imagination,

a sounding sea,

wind 

over water 

unfolding.

—Lorena