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After a painting by Jonathan K. Rice
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Permission to forget
that we are all in the eye
of the storm, slowly spinning
and soaring in the quiet air
while outside the pounding
and hounding of relentless
chaos.
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Permission to forget
the dreams we don’t
like—the ones where
we scream, or fall
or feel the presence
of someone small
in the corner.
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Permission to forget
the heavy grudge
of separation, arms
and legs slow to recognize
each other.
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What we should remember
is how the wind like our breath
bellows the world,
the back and forth journey
a constant sharing,
like the morning
light a blaze of yellow
through the dark,
like the echo
of starlings winging
a river through the clouds.
From Turning Air into Gold (Main Street Rag, 2021). Copyright 2021 Mary E. Martin

“Permission to Forget” by Jonathan K. Rice (acrylic on canvas) 12″ x 12″. Included in Vox Populi by permission of the artist.
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Oh there is so much space between permission and ability.
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Nice.
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