And distance falls, becomes another obstacle.
It stands in the way, guarding against
The possibility of movement.
A turning becomes a kind of stillness
As motion turns in on itself.
There is no way forward and there is no way back.
Across the sea, all across the shore,
All there is, is waiting. Here is now
And always will be. The stillness of all
That turns while everything is still.
Around these shapes we build a world. Around these dreams
We build what could be, where what is touched
Becomes much more than the possible.
What’s desired becomes what’s necessary
As wants and desires become needs.
You dance all the shapes of this world into being
And carve all your dreams out of its stone.
Each moment is taken and given
Its own sound and a place between moments,
To give time a shape and a form.
We give this world a direction as our patterns
Are imposed on these random moments
And what is contingent is given
A meaning. Because you need some order,
Even if it’s an illusion.
You need something beyond, to stand outside it all
Giving a shape, giving it meaning
Because deep down you fear there is none,
And you fear the cold of the lonely night
And walking alone every day.
'This Brief Life of Sparks - Poems by David Hadley' is available here for the Kindle.