At the beginning of time, we were one
one motion like a pendulum wave
all our atoms and the stardust in our souls
moving to the beat of one note, one symphony
Somewhere along the way of space and time
in between the creation of man
planets old and new, supernovas and comet trails
Our synchronicity was interrupted and disturbed
and for years the gravity that once
pulled our atoms in one motion
was adversely effected by the moon
we began to split and evolve on our own
you there, me here is where we landed
out of sync, at what seems to be the wrong time
but a Pendulum wave, doesn’t live in chaos forever
eventually, they learn each others symphony
They dance on the trebles clefs and harmonies
of what they once remembered they were
A beautiful ensemble of instruments, made over eternity
Will it take weeks? Years? or another lifetime?
It’s hard to say as every time a pendulum wave is disturbed
the timing it takes to get in sync is always different
but one thing that is for certain, they will one day be atune
A Pendulum wave, you and I
Meant to be, eventually
About five years ago, the Philadelphia Missed Connections was a pretty active and interesting feed for poetry and creative writing. None of the pieces were signed, and based on style, it felt like a few different people were posting (but maybe not). Unlike mindgallery or Bison Jack, most writers don’t publish to their respective Craigslist forum for years on end – most engage with the platform so a set amount of time and then they “disappear” into the real world.