This is the road The yellow brick road The highway road The speedy road The road down which we run Towards the mirage of some future self The self we would become This is the road The barren road The straight and narrow road The road that leads us on To the walled city of our ambition To the place where we belong This the road down which we march With heavy hearts And a purposeful, determined air Awareness fixed solidly on the horizon And the promises lingering there This is the road on which we gamble Every breath of life Eyes on the prize, Desperate to arrive To shout with triumphant decree I am here Let me in I am here Let my life begin This is the road To the distant land of hopes and dreams The land of tomorrow’s imaginings Did you trip, did you fall? Did you wonder at the emptiness of it all? Or did you stop and hear nature call? And in the silent stillness see At last The criss-crossed tracks Of opportunity Lightly pressed into the fabric of the universe Inviting traces to unknown places As faint as smoke As revealing as curiosity Did you suddenly awake to find That is not the only road for your mind That is not the only way To traverse life To move from yesterday to tomorrow To deal with all her inbuilt joy and sorrow There are other pathways to explore Other ways to think and be and more Other ways to find yourself Not at the centre of it all Not at the centre at all. Here the narrow path Turns sandy underfoot Washed fresh by the prana of the sea The pulsing beginning of you and me Eons older than our collective memory There the steep incline to breathless mountain tops That almost touch the sky Reward the explorer with a vista Full of galaxies that stretch beyond the breadth of human time Yet fill the human eye And here and there And everywhere The moss-covered lanes that stumble into the silence of forests Where the whispers of ancient contemplation Echo in your footsteps And every breath you take connects you with the beginning and end of time, And every breath taken in between By every living thing Of which you are merely one moment In an endless stream Sharlene Zeederberg - Covid Poems (2020)
I am nebulous A fistful of dreams As wispy as air Rising like steam I am the salt On a sea breeze Cascading over rocks With thunderous ease I hover in the sound of crickets at night Linger in the palette of day’s ending light I rise on the roar of a lion newly sated And rest in the soporific stupor Of the recently mated I am distraction, obsession, blandness Purpose, possession, The seeds of madness I am passion and boredom entangled A stream of consciousness chaotically mangled I am the focus that comes from a scream And the hazy contemplation of last night’s dream And laundry and bills and self-esteem I am the tip, the edge, the whole The all, the nothing The gentle unfolds Of tomorrow I am the fuel that keeps Curiosity burning Anxiety curdling Dreams unfurling I am thought Rising unbidden.
In the dappled shadows Beneath the leaves of Mangrove trees that breathe in Sunlight and saltwater I walk And slow my breath And in the stillness Of that moment Against the silver gleam of green Grass shimmering Wet with morning dew I hear the birds sing A hundred different sounds fill the sky Whistles and twitters Warbles and chitters A wondrous symphony swoops and swirls And falls like gentle rain Onto my ears Tuned away from chaotic fears There is a rose That captures my eye A red blossom cupped to the sky The gentle scent, I suppose, Reminds me of the papery skin Of my grandmother On a farm In the middle of long ago With her pantry stocked for months on end And a garden of vegetables to tend And a shelf full of homemade biscuits History is recorded in the past But lived in the present Or in the imagined days of tomorrow But come back now, here to now For the birds still sing And the grass is still green And red roses still turn their heads to the sun And today’s script is yet to be written
When anxiety comes upon me Like a fluttering little bird Wings beating against the cage of my chest Then I breathe I breathe the calming breath of nature’s forever connection From the stars that birth the building blocks of us To the leaves that sway in the breeze I breathe into the space between things The space between the you and the me The space between the me and the trees The space between the womb and the grave And all the things we perceive As separate. And nature breathes with me She ripples in the wind The invisible wind That caresses your skin And the curve of my cheek As we watch the waves rise and recede Standing on the beach made from a thousand yesterdays Bridging the boundary That is but an illusion Of time And ego And perception I breathe into the space of invisible connection I breathe away the illusion of the space between I breathe stillness into the fluttering wings of the shuddering bird Caught in the cavity of my chest. Sharlene Zeederberg, Feb 2020