Annie O’Connell
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What even is the point of me.
That I go so unseen,
Lost, and having lost so many..
Distance persists on this
Side of the almost imperceptible glass
Gossamer veil.
Ever present, unyielding
Underwater wall where we dwell.
Unable to fully reach even the dearest ones'
Lives go by.
But each tiny life at my feet,
Seen and saved, caught and released.
With a glad heart.
Compassion to an art.
Applaud each drop of salty seas and
Scented rain and undulating trees
Scintillating leaves and warm cups of teas..
A new forming idea follows another and
Catches in chase, and everything in its
Symphonious place,
They bring serene pleasure, inner harmonies.
These are the point for me.
The smell-taste of metallic cold on coats
And oppressive heat in hair as
People come in from the air.
The patterns in carpets and words and the
Stars
And my whimsily faceted hoarded glass jars.
Mesmerising, when light catches the shards
Dance shimmers and shadows where they fall
On the unassuming wall..
- does anyone else see the universe in these?
It is the point in me.
And in the family it runs..
My son's eye catches crystal dew,
And sparky notes sing to ears so keen.
He feels it all and more safely too,
As I may guide and share in what we both see.
In the struggles and glimmers
And triggers he feels,
He is safe with me to be all of these.
That is the point of me.
And even as it, and I, go unwitnessed
My magic perceives itself into existence.
And even through searing pain of
Shredded hearts and screaming senses
Calling intangible torrents and rains of relief,
Hold on to hope. Hold deep belief.
Because even then, the tiniest detail of the
Overwhelming Everything
Is felt and known and seen.
And this is the point to me.
This universe sees itself through me
(And you. And we)
Through a simple single sequin,
Lost to the ground.
It sings in light to be seen, calls without sound.
And together we delight that it, and I, are found.
Every cell compelled to feel it all in real time
Repeatedly revisiting experiences to find
All within there is to glean.
This existence of mine, even if unseen,
Is given meaning and beauty
..And a point to me;
