i sit in newness December 9, 2007Posted by jak in america, Creative Writing, Life, love, Poem, Poetry, stream of conciousness, Writing.
i sit in newness,
cluttered with my old,
piles of unwanted,
uncontrollably defined by what i own.
I know this is one of the reasons I love my writing. It can’t be held or sold, or bought, and although it can age, it cannot die.
i sit in newness, piled with possessions,
some soon to be trash, others soon to sit in neater stacks.
I sit in newness, at one with my ideas.
Its stunning how much a bare wall can define you.
How the lack of art or music, or comfortable shoes, can make a healthy, whole person feel incomplete. My religous friends would tell me I need to be at peace with God, then I will feel complete. But I tend to find the same stacks of possessions in their homes too.
Good or bad,
I sit in newness, comfortable with the feeling,
ready to get rid of many old things, knowing that they will soon be replaced with new ones.
I sit in newness, excited to fill the space, surrounded by old things, at peace with what is important. I know what is needed, I know what needs to be new. I sit in newness, because it pushes me and my thoughts to continue.
© 2007 Argonaut