Exploding Into Life

Explosions which are happening these days of fresh new starts,
Come from His ‘Works of Power’, down deep within my heart;
What started out as layered-growth, cascading o'er the last,
Has suddenly blown out the sides of fishbowl made of glass.

She wanted a ‘Mandela’ – 2-D of our design;
Cascading growth within me sought a 3-D form for mine;
I found an oval top-piece made fishbowl with a base
On which I placed my fountain, cascading in its place.

Then color mix was added, magenta and cyan
With black, and white, and yellow – weight shading lighter lines;
I stopped and asked “What changes have taken place in me
Since I first drew the fishbowl, with growth that looked like tree?”

“Explosion” came right to me – no longer growth and flow;
The growth had shifted upward and outward now did blow;
With pieces flying outward, each from a layer and stage,
Projectiles filled the spaces outside Mandela's range.

It's not that it's all over, since things have blown apart,
It's more like a reaction cascading from my heart;
Like nuclear reaction – explosions chain the next,
But now what once enclosed me is gone and can't be fixed.

The base and growth of fountain remain, with stages past;
The flow of living water continues, it will last;
But circle of the fishbowl which held life in its form,
Contained a rapid burning – explosion is the norm.

So too for me in work-life, and home-life, hobbies too –
What circled me before this – walls, windows – outward blew;
Incredible the freedom to come and go at will –
Third Culture Kid, and healed now, and inner heart that's still.

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