What flickers first—
is it sight or thought?
What holds the body’s ache
and also the ache of loss?
What builds the self, brick by brick,
only to watch it dissolve?
And what remains,
but the stillness in which
all things arise and fall?
Written in response to De Jackson’s prompt over at dVerse Poet’s Pub: Quadrille #212 – “What the What?” The challenge this week is to write a poem of exactly 44 words, including some form of the word “what.”
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