The Net of Elementals

The Net of Elementals

Two things I know:

the desolation of
impermanence and its
consolation inter
dependence.

Soul is the constant sound
between desolation and
consolation, an equanimity
that solves nothing but
holds to, holds on to its own
constellation.

Old words console the soul
with kindness for their own
kind like
sky and
sigh
scry and
wry
cry and
why why why

We cannot know until we are
dead and when we are dead we
cannot speak so the rest can hear.

Penn Kemp,
London Ontario, Canada
The Red Cross