Out of
the Box Coaching. Mary R. Bast, Ph.D.
(Poetry & Personality)
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Underground
The days are short, the shadows long,
the sheets cold where the blanket ends.
I fill this hollow with my body's heat and scent
and sighs, and play my drum, and dream of absent friends.
And one I never knew who figures furtively in all my songs
is lurking in the regions where my spells and spiels are vain,
and ghosts of feeling choke my throat and squeeze and wring my lungs,
but fragments, conversations past, are all that still remain,
and I would pay a ransom not to feel those remnant pangs
or hear those painful strains or know how much I am denied.
Dug in, I cannot burrow deep enough into the dark
or cover up enough to keep the haunting thing outside.
And though I know this blizzard is a freezing, bleak mirage,
And though it comes in waves, and I have weathered it before,
I cannot bring a genius from a bottle to my aid.
No spirit thaws what's frozen to the core.
There's nothing for it but to wait for spring,
And bearlike, in my cavern, I will rest
and pray that I will finally fall asleep and dream of heat
and wake up when the warmth has reached my breast.Jennifer Merri Parker
Out of the Box Coaching/Breakthroughs with the Enneagram.
Mary R. Bast, Ph.D.
Copyright © 1999. All rights reserved. Revised: December 31, 2001.