(Feeling) Connected

You are a spiritual
being living a
human existence,
always connected to
the All and the Everything
by the magical star
stuff from which you are made.

You are always connected:
to neighbors, to friends,
to black, brown and white,
to family and strangers,
the near and the far.

All the same star stuff.
All the same magic.

Alone in your home,
alone in the world,
alone in your heart —
all are illusions.

To feel the connection,
listen to your heart beat.
Breathe deep, and
on the exhale,
hear my heart beat too.

We are connected.

 

© Hilary Clark ~ July 9, 2020

 

My poems are inspired by my art.  See the piece that inspired this poem here.

(Feeling) Isolated

We moved cross country in the
middle of a pandemic to
self-isolate and shelter in
place.

We wonder if there are
neighbors in the
houses on our new street.

No one is out.

We are not alone in feeling
isolated. Adults miss
co-workers they dislike.
Kids miss school classes they
hid under covers to avoid.

Isolation slices at the universal connection we share.
There is distance between us.

No hugs.

No shared laughter over a
bottle of wine at a
favorite restaurant.

Each on our own
desert island, wondering if
we’ll ever return.

© Hilary Clark ~ May 29, 2020

 

My poems are inspired by my art.  See the piece that inspired this poem here.

(Feeling) Grief

Grief is pain.
Alternating waves of
raw, naked heart strings and
numb shock, eyes
glazed under a
sea of tears.

Every nerve ending
screams,
denying the loss.
Denying.
Denying.
Denying.

With clenched fists,
Grief repeats its own
mantra – No, no, no, it
can’t be true – skipping on the
jagged edge of anguish.

Feeling grief, it’s absorbed into the
bones, the flesh, the
heart, the soul.
Grief never really leaves.
It becomes a part of the
one left behind, building a
new synapse connection in the
mind, always present until

Until the one left
behind is the one
being grieved.

© Hilary Clark ~ February 26, 2020

My poems are inspired by my art.  See the piece that inspired this poem here.