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Diving into the Wreck
I came to explore the wreck./ The words are purposes./ The words are maps./ I came to see the damage that was done/ and the treasures that prevail.
From “Diving into the Wreck” — Adrienne Rich
Poetry as diving. Poetry as moving in and through water into the thick of memory, the murky weeds of certainty, the darkness of depth, the strangeness of impermanence, the pain of breath, the stillness of story.
We paddle down, circling fact, opinion, belief, context, fear, bias, anger. We see. Perhaps for the first time, we see. Having the courage to dive, we see. We are wordless, and we see. We see, and we change.
That’s the thing about diving into wrecks. Sometimes, miracles happen around wrecks. Whole new ecosystems evolve where metal becomes reef. In that way, the wreck itself breathes new life into a toxic world. New life emerges from wreckage. Strength can be found in rust and scraps and broken parts. Hope can be found as light breaks through dark steel corners. Down deep. We wake up.
About Katie
Born in Louisville. Live in Atlanta. Curious by nature. Researcher by education. Writer by practice. Grateful heart by desire.
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