Friends-- some time ago I wrote ( and perhaps posted to the list?) this
short poem which was the result of a PD crisis my dear husband Peter
suffered---actually, we did of course "suffer it" together.
I offer it as a small reminder of why we are all here, and what we have
in common, despite our wonderful, and often frustrating, diversity.
PalatinoLIFE ON THE EDGE
With eyes closed,
I see us------
standing on cliff-edge,
clinging together.
(Not yet in free-fall, but so close at times
I almost sense the terror that would bring----
earth giving way beneath us,
rush of air,
impact of loss----)
Today, we step back
and are saved.
Tomorrow ?
-----Camilla H.Flintermann 5/18/95
Camilla Hewson Flintermann <<[log in to unmask]>
http://www.newcountry.nu/pd/members/camilla/one.htm
"...everywhere I go,
I find that a poet
has been there
before me..."
...Sigmund Freud
