Another incredible poem by Leslie Silton…
I cannot remember the exact moment I shifted
from Believing to Knowing.
I can hardly now imagine life before,
although I know it was one of endless warring,
and combat fueled with brute force,
my great sword shredding the air,
taking no prisoners.
It shocks me with amazement still
that I should ever seek resolution and peace instead.
Why can I not reconstruct now that exact sequence
in my mind
which replaced Believing
and brought me to Knowing?
As least I do remember the essence of it –
a decision as monumental
as a leap into thin air —
I was sure I would simply disappear
and yet
here I still am,
still am,
still …
Therefore do I lay down beside my sword,
peaceful and alive
on this first night on my consequential change
to sleep an honest sleep
and tomorrow to wake and breathe the air
I used to deconstruct.
Thank you for publishing my long-time friend, poet extraordinaire and fabulous visual artist, Leslie Silton. Her work is truly inspirational, and I know it will impact your readers in a positive beneficial way.
—Chaparral