this imaginal space – draft

in difficult times of earthquake and flood
we looked to you for comfort, reassurance

but when we thought you looked away
we placed the blame at your feet
as if you acted deliberately
intervening in our world
to cause us harm

we burdened you, undeservedly
with our fears and hopes
our myths and theories



this imaginal space – draft pt.v

she is there, waiting, but she turns her face away

all this week, I hoped to glimpse your promised glory
before today, your face would have been welcomed
it was all romance and possibility

but she turns her face away

I see you, but I wanted so much more
you waited too long to show yourself
all week – going about your business undercover
a beautiful anarchist
you have betrayed us all

and now, she is blamed, the cause of devastation