Artist in Exile

You are not even gone, same sky in other skies.
With so much left to do, time is a stone
to carve. If cities are buried in you,
there’s no need to fear loss. Thrive in release.

No matter how many expeditions 
end in failure, the test is not triumph.
Home may be everywhere now you are not,
what you saw becomes what you see remain
set in motion, space yielding the present
shifting shape, stopping, beginning again.

The spider, the artist always exiled,
keeps moving as long as there’s work to do,
tracking a way out of and through the void,
no need to be done, each instant open.

(11-12 August 2013)

copyright 2013 by Floyce Alexander