by Ethel Mortenson Davis
Where are you?
as silk butterflies
press themselves
into lilacs,
black ones
and bronzes too.
Where are you?
as cosmic storms
rage across the universe
throwing tides of uncertainty
into galaxies.
Where are you?
as I leave sweet-water
for hummingbirds
in a still,
parched land.
What will it matter?
Everything.
Nothing.
fourwindowspress 
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Thank you for this. love Ethel
Ethel, this is so beautifully written. Though probably not intended, for some reason it made me think of Blake’s “universe in a grain of sand”…. the micro and macro, and holographic universes, and such things. I know how personal this poem is, the heartache in it – yet for me it also offers a cosmic conscious insight. Nothing/everything matters. Thank you for sharing it.
Thank you Betty. Love Ethel
It saddens me, as though you have no hope. Perhaps I’ve misread or misunderstood.
In the larger it doesn’t mean a lot, but in the smaller or our universe it means everything. Love Ethel
Such touching images.
Thank you again. Love Ethel
Ethel, this beautifully penned piece is filled with so much sorrow, such bereft poignancy, it brought tears to my eyes. (((Gentle hugs))) Sending healing thoughts and prayers …. ~ Love, Julie xox
Thank you Julie. Your comment warms my spirit. Love ethel
Achingly beautiful. I pray for comfort for you
Thank you. Love Ethel
How life goes on and yet doesn’t. It happens in the smallness of our joys and sorrows and in the largeness of the universe. Very poignant, Ethel. Blessings.
Nice reply. Love Ethel
wonderful blog!