The first word I found
buried beneath all others
was a quiet, raging revolution
daring me to stop, to hold it
in the palm of my hand
so soft, so small, and a little bit rough
it was—I felt its sadness
like a change in the season
or the memory of a long-lost friend.
“Be,” was all that it said.
A simple request
impossible to fulfill
in a world of to-dos
and to-don’ts
“Be,” it continued,
so I searched my mind
for the right response
only to lie awake
for hours, days, weeks,
unable to digest
these two yearning letters
joined together by
a foreign sentiment.
“Be,” it stated.
I could hear the word
it made every hair
on my body
stand to attention
like millions of tiny soldiers
preparing for the worst.
Be, I thought. Be?
No judgment
no prescription
no thing
Nothing, except a moment
of pause for acknowledgment
that I am here
that I am present
and for all intensive purposes
alive.
You, too, are here with me
flowing along the curves
and lines of my words
chasing me into the ether
the two of us bound together
by the luck, timing and good fortune
of be-ing exactly where we’re meant to be.
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Dr. Marion Piper writes compelling copy for Avion Communications, draws sporadically on Instagram and has a dark creative past. Marion is currently re-learning how to just ‘be’ in Melbourne, Australia
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