You know how good-byes feel.
How the air gets excited
when all its ions
and electrical charges
are disrupted,
first by the intent to leave and
after
by the leaving itself.
Then,
when the bodies move away
through space,
they create empty pockets
where feelings get caught
and eddy around in the vacuum,
creating little vortices
of sadness.
—Ruth Ozeki, All Over Creation
That's how it felt when Martha left on Sunday after a laughter-rich five-day cross-country visit.
I selected a sheet of drawing paper, picked up markers, and turned to mark-making and softening sharp corners.
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little vortices of sadness as a work in progress |
6 comments:
One can feel the intricate connections and the feeling of emptiness. I hope that the making of marks and the rounding helped overcome some of those feelings! Thanks for sharing that beautiful poem!
Laughter, and quiet. i see. :) Thank you for sharing this post with us Dotty. Rereading for the third time.
I always love to read the beautiful poems you collect. The little vortices of sadness are just perfect.
Carol, thank you for your thoughtful feedback. The feelings of goodbyes are powerful ones!
Sheila, grateful for your reflections. Thanks for letting me know you reread several times.
Simone, thanks for reflecting back the words 'vortices of sadness' to me and for letting me know you could see them in my mark-making. Thanks also for mentioning the poems I collect —you've given me an idea for a post : )
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