CLARITY is that poem about the moments I simply see more clearly that others...those moments change little it seems...but maybe...more than I have the clarity to see....

CLARITY

there are shoulds
that come from outside of us

then, the ones we invent
all our own
that we call
our integrity

we hold on to these
absolutes
as if they were, well,
absolutes

the shreds of clothing
around us are
signs
rags of our
former selves

we look at all our things
and say
we earned these
they our ours

they are in fact
who we are

we know this isn't
true

the truth is busy
hovering
among all our
alternatives

what leaps of faith
we make
we look back on
proud

we did something
alive
once, maybe more

left with our
beaten bodies
our souls
stir

waiting for
resurrections
that may never happen

if we don't take the tiller
bring the boat about
trim the sail

head for
where ever we really know
our real home
really is

uncharted
but there

the thread from our
splendid pasts

less tangled
than imagined

and certainly

not snapped