Nora Bateson March, 2021
An arrangement of notes and soundscapes in an unnamed music
— -I cannot quite find where it meets me.
A combining of spices I do not recognize stews into an unknown taste.
I am on a road, but I do not know the landscape,
I do not remember who once lived in that house over there.
I am not of this.
And it is necessary to pay attention.
To hone in,
On a weird combination of remorse and curiosity -
A chemical unbinder of predictable nexts
An emulsifier of new nuance.
That allows me to be honest about the nasty history,
Honest and still lost.
In the unfamiliar-
It is finding that door to a world that does not track on old rails,
opens only with pause.
Slams with eager practicality.
In the future I will be different
And the me of now will be a foreigner — an awkward guest in my own history.
Change is when I look back and see I did not see.
And know that I still don’t know.