Absent from my own life for some time
I knew, somewhat. Things not quite
matching. Stitches dropped. Vague sense
that something needed doing, but what that
something was escaped like mist.
Never quite enough energy to get entirely
through a day, in tact.
Waves building for years, rising,
and finally like those deep blue in a Japanese print
breaking white against cliff and sky
A matter of simple mineral
When the deficit is too large
the electrons don't fire clear
across the gap, but fall
and you follow
This is what starvation is:
phenomenal, not imaginary
I'm not back yet
but am beginning
to delineate where I've been
skry scri scry?
21 October 2011