In Absentia
It’s 5th June 2021. I’m in London. In my garden sitting with nature. I wrote this short story or
poem or prophecy, whatever you call it. I don’t know where it comes from, but it just came to me.

K

Two Dots (Isabel)

She will come
To us,
like a helicopter seed
twirling from maple
decaying,
dissolving,
rotting
and
rooting
penetrating deep
into the soil
into the womb
of the earth
Meandering,
weaving
and
growing
she will end
her airborne life
waiting to be nourished
and
dormantly breathe
Joyful,
she’ll stay in darkness
until
her time comes
No,Not now
No, Not yet, not never, in her own time, in time she’ll blossom again and again
She will come
as a gentle creation
that kisses a thousand kisses.
A formless one

with no edges
but sharp
like a blade.
She is an abiotic
non-living creature,
with vigor and power
heating the breeze to its delight.
She will come
in no time.
And when she arrives
she’ll stand up erect
rotating
and
blurring
like dervish
chanting,
creating
and
singing
the great roar and rattle
of ancient
flesh and bones.
No,Not now.
No, Not yet, not never, in her own time, in time she’ll blossom again and again.
Do not be afraid,
for when she comes
she’ll leave you wanting to
spin,
slide
and
slip
Do not be afraid,
for when she comes
her spirit will lift you from dreamy illusions
so vague with no precision
to be lively but meak.
And when she touches you

and tugs your hand
you’ll want for nothing
rather than something.
Do not be afraid
she’s the one
you’ve never explored.
She is the unknown,
the spinner of words
like a spider singing in the mist.
Beginning of all
and
ending of none.
Do not be afraid.
She is the shadow
in the light
and all darkness in between.
Isabel
is her name.
She is an artist
and a prophet.
The name that’s engraved on her branches and leaves inside a seed
buried in the belly of a trunk of a tree.
She will willfully grow
into a life
as a gift you no longer possess.
She will land on your feet
wanting to rest.
Leave her to nest.
No,Not now.
No, Not yet, not never, in her own time, in time she’ll blossom again and again.