Today is Muse’s birthday. And for her birthday she’s given us a gift. She calls it “Accretion.”
Accretion
Sometimes, most of the time, I listen.
I put my ear to the wind and
mind what she brings me.
Sometimes she tells me stories
from other times and places,
sometimes she simply reminds me
which way to look.
Sometimes I hear
mentions and references
and I gather more than even
she meant to tell.
I've been gathering and stacking and piecing
together the whispers.
They come to me
because I listen.
They can be heard by anyone,
if one remembers
how to listen,
but her whispers
are still
our secrets.
I let her
tell me
my story, even if she doesn't
mean to.
I overheard her once
when I was not supposed to,
but she didn't know,
then, there, where
she found me,
how well I could hear.
Cover image: “Primordial Chaos” by Hilma af Klint