Untethering the self
from the everyday practice of life,
I become a ship unanchored
I feel a return to what is myself
True and unfaltering
To that, which has been mired by the
flotsam
of details and exactitudes—
the petty duties that
strain and defer
Being-ness
Here and now
Adrift
I feel more attuned to what is
Absolute
and also what is
Discretely me
But shortly, the time will come
to head back to shore
And, once again,
drop the sails
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Post image by Florent Chretien via Flickr
About the Author
Kirby Manià has a doctorate in English and has studied at the University of York (UK) and the University of the Witwatersrand (Johannesburg, South Africa). She currently lectures at Wits University, teaching English and Critical Thinking to students in the Faculty of Engineering and the Built Environment. Her work has appeared in New Contrast, Brittle Paper and The Kalahari Review.
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