Bridging Between: Session 2
Bryan and I are thrilled to have launched our second session of Bridging Between yesterday. We're still working out the schedule; stay tuned to the website for details. For the moment, however, we would like to commemorate the beginning of the second session by sharing a poem written by one of last year's participants:
I rose with the sun
Fell to sleep long after the moon had risen
Each day the same, yet different
The wind cutting through my mask and lenses
Eyes darting for every movement
Relaxed
My skull the perfect target, profiled against the rising sun
Resigned to my death, Joyful
With each morning breath
Calm pervading the spaces between each
Heartbeat
Knowing that every moment might be my last
No power over our own lives
None over our deaths
Waiting, just waiting
We controlled ourselves
Our fear
Our pain
Our emptiness
That grand abyss which stared back at us each night
As we closed our eyes for the last time.
That emptiness, filling it with trivial pleasures and small delights.
My life is my own now
Chained in a grey box
Surrounded
By the empty-headed
By the empty-minded
By silent songs
of sweetly singing sirens,
sounding in my ears of a time
When death held me in its embrace
Gentle
Weeping for that time of peace and
Hopelessness