Living in the Fold

Living in the Fold:

Aka:

Traveling From Far East to Far West

( memorylaneminis )

At this time, I commence,

And within an hour

Or two it is the time

At which I commenced.

I mark a line

On the map in between

These two zones

And fold time in

On itself.

                             And then proceed rapidly

Forward,

                                                                                                                                                Backwards,

Into a day that I will live twice, yet only once,

Passing myself meeting myself

At the same moment

                         Again and again.

( greenchairpress )

I mark and fold

My origami world,

I sleep when tired

There in the fold

And dream of tonight

Twenty-four hours

            (or so)

                     from now

when I will meet you

and we can fold

us

into each others’ arms

again.

( gildaorigami )

Road Trip, Part I

( photos by Makropoulos )

A something in a summer's Day
As slow her flambeaux burn away
Which solemnizes me.

A something in a summer's noon—
A depth—an Azure—a perfume—
Transcending ecstasy.

And still within a summer's night
A something so transporting bright
I clap my hands to see—

Then veil my too inspecting face
Lets such a subtle—shimmering grace
Flutter too far for me—

The wizard fingers never rest—
The purple brook within the breast
Still chafes it narrow bed—

Still rears the East her amber Flag—
Guides still the sun along the Crag
His Caravan of Red—

So looking on—the night—the morn
Conclude the wonder gay—
And I meet, coming thro' the dews
Another summer's Day! 
(Emily Dickinson)