The Filament of Hope

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Filament of Hope – © 2021, Patrick Canganelli.

outside the sphere
peering down into a ball of glass
I can see the plight of humanity,
but I gaze too deeply
and I am transported inside
I am and
we are
humanity.
our gaze and
our sounds
bounce around inside
the sphere
unaware of that clan
outside looking in.
but someday my desire to know
ever so much more
will send a filament from my eye,
the gossamer hollow thread
will open the most fleeting glimpse
of all the clan inhabits
if I could but stand there
with my eye affixed
to those beyond my plight
would I then find a way back home
would I know any more
of a greater expanse?
could I speak my words to someone
who could hear?
but instead I am tossed about the sphere
I cannot find
a steady place
to glance again
through the filament,
I can only hope now
my vision was not clouded.
is there a clan
beyond the dome
beyond the stars
beyond the boundary of what we are.
if I could but dream a bigger dream,
then I would start to hope,
and if I whisper in your ear
we could share our glances
through the filament
and plot our way back to
the greatest home—
and Heaven would be its name.

© 2021, Patrick Canganelli, All Rights Reserved.

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One More Step

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One More Step – © 2021 Patrick Canganelli.


where was my home
that I left
to come here
and settle in this place,
what music was there,
what beauty surrounded me there
that I was drawn here
instead.

was there sadness?
did we care?

I care.

I care
wherever I stand
wherever I call home.
I stand for everyone
I care for every abandoned soul
and every noble heart

the place from whence I came
did we know
of love
I say ‘yes’
we knew that the glad heart
can sing
and its songs
drown out sorrow and hate.

from wherever I came
from wherever you came
we are here now
together
to share the pain
yes
to share the emptiness
I suppose.

But we are also here to strike up
a new tone.
We came from other dominions
to stand together
to look in each other’s eyes
and see the soul,
to walk on the Commons.
we are not here
to shudder at the outward look of things
I think we traveled far
to get here.
we travelled with hearts and minds
knowing this is now the Common ground.

One more step.
One more lonely brother
One more beloved sister
we will embrace everyone
on the Common ground—
no one to turn back.

We are all here at last.

(written at night, on the eve of Humanity.)

© 2021 Patrick Canganelli, All Rights Reserved.
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I Walk the Earth

The Others
The Others – © 2021 Patrick Canganelli.

I Walk the Earth

how many people have walked the earth?
now I walk
I walk through spaces where others have been
I sense small particles of them as I meander through the streets,
I can hear, though faintly, the small voices left behind in our world
I bow my head
I sense
a low murmur
of my predecessors
I call out
and I know my voice is heard
it answers the call
of past and future
because, of course, someone will walk the streets where I have been

the legacy is astounding
my love grows with each pace
here I am
and here you were
and here others will be
our helices form the great chain
from the first burning sun
to the time when embers grow cold

we can fly through here and now,
and everything that will be—
we have arrived
over and over again
to destinies accomplished and untold
I start my path now
knowing
we will come together
on the highest road
and so now
let us begin.

© 2021 Patrick Canganelli, All Rights Reserved.
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Running Down the Road

country road, Montgomery IN
Rural Road – © 2010 Patrick Canganelli.


Running down the road
long road that it was
how it tired me

catch my breath

great dust of my heels
must it travel past me

wind in the mouth
what a nauseating ear
I think my heart has stopped

ache of breast
how can I think it
can I feel it like the
strain of my calves

what a load to carry me so far

heel of the earth
what have I become

bark in my fingernail
and muddy of throat
why do I speak to the past

must bone and wood
suffer round black orbits

deep wells of timeless youth
find a moldy apple
gripped by my teeth

no muscle in my carriage
physique combated by treading
heels
now send me to Hades
my visit is past welcome
and I am the mat of the earth
once more.

-Excerpted from The Noumena book of poetry by Patrick Canganelli, available on Amazon.

© 2007 Patrick Canganelli. All rights reserved.

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A Distant Voice

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The Slopes – © 2019 Patrick Canganelli.

I hear a faint voice in the distance
perhaps from somewhere on the mountain
the sound touches my heart
So I will make the trek
from my valley cottage to where
the air is thinner and chilled
I wish to know the source
of those far off sounds
As I walk across the field and start ascent
the air becomes crisp
and the fog in my mind
lifts.
Climbing up the slopes, I can feel the air as I draw it
into my lungs.
I’ve been to the top before
but as I walk up the incline
my sight begins to be clearer
now, at the summit,
I feel my gaze soar out over everything below.
I see my small home
and my neighbors
and I wonder
do we look so small
to Him who watches over us?
Is the sound I hear His voice calling?
I find only the rocky outcropping here
at the top.
So I start my way back down the slope
through the chilled frosty grasses
and I am sure I will be called
again,
until someday
I understand what I hear.
Perhaps
someday
others will climb up with me,
and we will know the voice
and capture the meaning
until then I live here beneath the
vast pointed mount
with rocky crags
that call so mysteriously.
Can you hear it?
let us go find out.

© 2019 Patrick Canganelli, All rights reserved.