Speak, Wisdom

Speak, Wisdom by Melanie Lee

       In her memoir, Returning to My Mother’s House, Gail Straub writes about awakening at a certain age to the creative life, that 'rich realm of feelings and moods, intuition and creativity, stillness and contemplation.' Great description of arriving at Wisdom's Edge isn't it?  I think I'll accept the invitation that came last week to join the Poetry & Art Exhibition at the Sedona Arts Center. A nominal entry fee, a chance to exhibit an abstract and hone the poem I've worked on this year. Why not, new life awaits at Wisdom's Edge....

       

Speak, Wisdom Sometimes the heart shuts tight   saving itself from further wounds. Should the latch come loose,  a commotion occurs,  it opens again  a shudder, a bang, a thud, a swoon. At a certain age  We know about these things.  Skittering to wisdom's edge, wary eyes on raw borders. Two steps ahead, one half back, a prancing Cavallino Rampante. We are still show horses, so beautiful, strong, proud! Nearing the edge  wisdom speaks. No show horses here,  just you, just me. Bodies older, minds slower hearts a jumble everywhere   a journey home begins. Stumbling, recovering,  receiving, laughing glad now we couldn't fix that loose latch.   So what if our lives look a bit awry? There's no proper order to love and truth, Hallelujah. It is wisdom to believe the heart.