something_s we make

the night of

did once i know where i belong,

was told so long ago,

at night, perhaps, with a whisper, low,

or loud, in the morning light?

and forgot and had to learn anew

and have to learn every day

with a brain like a vessel with countless holes

that continues to leak and lose?

say, what kind of voyage can this be

and where will it lead in the end

and how do i know when to stop and rest

and when to quit wasting time?

ah, tonight, I sway a bit,

as the quest is acutely real:

is this an epiphany that merely reminds

or a revelation that teaches anew?

maybe the answer is nearer now

than it was before the question arose,

but perhaps that isn’t at all the case

and even rhetorically questionable at best.

About Marie-Sophie Guntram

Marie-Sophie is a language lover at heart and a linguist by training. She's currently seeking to make a living and, more importantly, a life.

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This entry was posted on November 30, 2014 by in writing some poetry.