ingrid rose
moving into words

calling

 

 

so that voice is telling       a telling word  (time and story in it)  

recounting a life as it has been     was going to be    turned out being

calling      to the barricades   (not mine)      to the monastery   (not mine)      though a claire-audient said i'd been a nun  

we all have past lives don't we     i think they mount up behind us      as we unfold into the future

we don't always see where we're going     trip up or are tripped and fall 

in the falling another calling revealed        so often the question      where are you going and

there's little to show for it