I’m just gonna leave this here. Interpret this week’s ReVerse as you will. There is enough crazy here in the US and across the pond to make us all weary. Hurricanes and the devastation left behind. We have a lot of cleaning up to do on all fronts. But I’m not going to talk about that today. There’s a hint of autumn in the air and I’m relishing in the cool interlude that it brings.
It’s ok to take a break every now and again. Let the talking heads blab; let history manage the telling of it, sharpie ink still wet from those who believe they can rewrite it. Some things are constant, like the seasons. Like the sun’s set and it’s rising, there is an assurance that darkness is not forever. There is a hint of autumn in the air. It feels cool and glorious against my skin. That’s all I really need to know in this moment. That’s all I care to dwell on.
Go gently this week my friends. Be safe. Be well.
Sunday’s Week in ReVerse – 8 September 2019
the same mistakes, another when
…debunk those crazy rumors once and for all
among the things I return to
dawn’s coming late now; dusk too soon
and yet there’s something glorious
I can’t deny
What does it say?
is it the trees, or me
come hell, come high
the tree tops
A ReVerse poem is a summary poem with a single line lifted from each entry of a collection of work over a particular timeframe and re-penned in chronological order as a new poem. Unlike a collaborative poem, the ReVerse features the words of one writer, providing a glimpse into their thoughts over time. I use it as a review of the previous week.