The Convergence Zone

We’ve been there…or it is rushing toward us with great speed!!!!


I SLEPT ABOUT 30 MINUTES LATER THAN NORMAL this morning due to the rainy weather. The whole house, here in Texas, is dimmed. It’s the set of an Ingmar Bergman film; desaturated and mute. It’s a moment of stillness not unlike the untouched quality you’d observe as an explorer in the wilderness. Over the hedge, into a pocket of forest floor, I descend. I stop. Time does not apply to this experience of pure being. The demands of social life drip off the canvas, as if patted off by these Texas raindrops. I have found the void…

Nearing the age of 30 years old, I’ve begun to feel the pendulum swing. Or perhaps a better metaphor would be the convergence zone of ocean currents——hot and cold, all my life’s experience rushing in a stream together; Restlessness on hot nights in Van Nuys, bouts of insomnia and nocturnal meanderings through the yellow-lighted…

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About Jonathan Caswell

Mr. Caswell has been composing poetry at least since High School. He has been on WORD PRESS for ten years and contributes to two other blogs beside this one. This blog has a Christian emphasis but all bloggers are welcome. Mr. Caswell chooses to---with permission--re[post material of interest

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