Slumped in my immobile car
Interminable freight train
rumbles by
My grumbling mind starts to wander
Box cars morph into gargantuan beads,
giant's necklace or mala beads?
Forgotten photo emerges
Ancient forest stone temple
Japanese monks
each holds a giant bead
unified in prayer and community
I no longer grumble at freight trains
Endnote: This is the first poem I've posted since March. Numerous health problems intervened. I have finally turned the corner health wise at least for now and the Muse has returned. More poems to follow.
About Me
- Clare Gnecco, PhD
- Gaithersburg, Maryland, United States
- I began writing poetry recently after the darkest period in my life. I retired as a statistician in the federal government five years ago because of a chronic progressive autoimmune disease. About a year ago, a major flare threw me into a physical and psychic downward spiral which I didn't think I would survive. I finally obtained relief through medical and psychotherapy. But my true path to wholeness began with deep soul work. I now bow down in gratitude for my illness. It has become my greatest teacher. My poetry is a reflection of that truth. My greatest hope is that others will find true wholeness also. And, if these small poems provide a gateway, I will be twice blessed.
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