“Teohare: to be suspended between two different places.
And yet it seems the remembered home home is not one home but clusters
Of otherwise and absence, reeling, and ever-changing. Nor is one single here.
How I the constantly crumbling yet still stands.
We pass south of the river. I count oak trees, birch trees, beech.”
–Laurie Sheck, “The Eleventh Remove”
To create a newer and better situation is–yes–liberating, but also potentially upsetting in the unfamiliarity it brings. C’est la vie. Laurie Sheck’s new book of poetry Captivity is some kind of godsend in that it captures this perfectly. If you’re feeling trapped in any way, this book deserves your attention.
As for me, I’m starting to feel that all the commotion of breaking out of my current life (i.e., packing and moving) is robbing me of what’s recently become dearest to me–writing time. I promise to get back on the full-blown, essay-style blogging wagon soon, but as you can see from the picture above, I’ve got my hands full at the moment.