The Crossing
In a year of uncertainty and rush to judgment
I question the validity of midnights
and other deadlines I must cross
Bridges are meant
for joining two worlds
for comings and goings
for making that connection…
but you can't live your Life in suspension
or deny the Source it's flow
If you want to make a real connection
consider your neighbour opposite you
and extend yourself
You can build a bridge on just one breath
if your spirit is strong and true.
You and I without words
are already in conversation
You and I are more than
water under the bridge
In a year of shifting currents and torturous turns–
I am a river And everything
that comes and goes
that rises and falls
that turns and returns
moves inside of me
I travel with the sun
and by the light of the moon
who wanders like a gypsy
along the riverbanks of her mind
while I hold the Mirror
I am water blessed with healing thicker
than blood
and in communion with all things
I talk with the birds and the wind in the trees
and the heavens reflected above
I sing myself into oceans
and dance on clouds in the valleys below
You and I without words
are deep in conversation
We meet in the flow–
between the rising and falling of each breath.
In the flow–
between the rising and falling of rain
In one drop of water…after it falls…
before it drops away…at the still-point–
where all things are reflected
In that moment of transcendence where
everything still is moving and
everything moving is still
Even Time as it ripples across your face
and dissolves as in a mist or in a dream
In a year of uncertainty and rush to judgment
I turn to you In you
I long to see my own reflection–
my one true face that waits for me
in a place beyond my longing
In you
I long to hear my one true voice
that carries with it
all the ancient voices
all the streams of consciousness
who have passed this way before–
my mother’s mother my father’s father–
all who have carried me here to you
In a year of uncertainty and rush to judgment
I am my own defining moment
moving forward with the certainty
that I am not the same person I was an hour ago
My heart is a river And like a river
I cannot enter myself in the same way twice
I carry your river in mine–one heartbeat at a time.
This is the kiss at midnight
this is the moment that counts--
my mouth as wide as the sky
my heart a vessel emptying into an Unseen Universe
I am a river
and I make this crossing… with you
Antonia Alexandra Klimenko was first introduced on the BBC and to the literary world by the legendary James Meary Tambimuttu of Poetry London–-publisher of T.S. Eliot, Dylan Thomas, Henry Miller and Bob Dylan, to name a few. his death, it was his friend, the late great Kathleen Raine, who took an interest in her writing and encouraged her to publish. A nominee for the Pushcart Prize and a former San Francisco Poetry Slam Champion, she is widely published. Her work has appeared in (among others) XXI Century World Literature (which she represents France) and Maintenant : Journal of Contemporary Dada Writing and Art archived at the Smithsonian Institution in Washington, D.C. and New York’s Museum of Modern Art. She is the recipient of two grants: one from Poets in Need, of which Michael (100 Thousand Poets for Change) Rothenberg is a co-founder; the second—the 2018 Generosity Award bestowed on her by Kathleen Spivack and Joseph Murray for her outstanding service to international writers through SpokenWord Paris where she is Writer/ Poet in Residence. Her collected poems On the Way to Invisible is forthcoming in 2022.
Embraced with each flowing stanza, elated .
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