Places We Have Never Been

Linking with Imaginary Gardens "The Tuesday Platform"

There is an eternal landscape, a geography of the soul; we search for its outlines all our lives. ~Josephine Hart

I have never measured a man
 the way this world determines
 worthiness and what is considered good
 drawing worldly lines and graphs
like maps to places we have never been
 every soul has its own charted territory with
unmarked roads that no other footsteps have tread
 the terrain can be rough and gravel ridden
or it can be smoothly paved like palace walls
but it is a diverse map every time
like fingerprints have paths that cannot be replicated
and all the history soil and sediment
make rocks no other hands can throw
the passing traveler may see
the built up cities but never
understand the architecture
nor pass through the open doors
yet still we try to predict mold and form
what we expect someone else should be
we draft our own plans
 of what truly makes someone
deserving of honor and acknowledgement
or justify our eye contact and attention
who will we let in our living room
whose hand will we hold on to
who will we truly love.

Sedimentary rocks are formed through the gradual accumulation of sediment sand on a beach, mud at a river bed.  As the sediment is buried it is compacted as more and more material is deposited on top.   Eventually the sediment will become so dense that it is essentially rock.   An explanation according to Wikipedia of course, but our lives are like this.  They are an accumulation of sediment that gets compacted more and more.  All the hurts, bitterness, experiences and dirt that living can provide push deeper and compress building the being that we are.  Each of us a different landscape, yet all truly the same continent.

©Carrie Van Horn 2019


Nicole said…
Hi Carrie. Very deep, I love the comparison to the sediment and our lives yet all being a part of the same continent. How introspective.
brudberg said…
The thought of layers of sediment settling.. there is both a bit of burden and the bit of growing.. much like life.. add the erosion, and it's a circle of life.
Kerry O'Connor said…
It is always a treat to visit your blog, Carrie. There is food for the soul in your poems, quotes and pictures.
Unknown said…
This is a good testament to the freedom people have in order to make the life they want to lead. It is very true that people can base themselves off from others, and in a way that manipulates those who don't realize they are their own person.
Margaret said…
What a great metaphor throughout. Whose hand indeed will we hold - and I also adore the beginning line.
Amrita Sabat said…
Wow!Beautiful thoughts indeed! Yes we tend 2 put ppl into moulds & dnt believe they r or can be xtra-ordinary. But we mst keep room for surprise open.

Also analogy to sedimentary rocks is very fine. How r we so compacted & tend 2 b free too?!
kaykuala said…
Yes, it can never be the same! Experiences and environment will largely determine the 'sediments' in our lives. Just that some are lucky and some are not! Thoughtful write Carrie!

Jim said…
Nicely written, Carrie. We all have our 'maps' and each is different. Some are planned, some are free fall like falling leaves landing where at the air currents will.

How about a 'Plan B'? I am great for making those so I can choose another air stream than my destiny would have preferred.
Margie said…
Wonderful, just wonderful, Carrie.
Vandana Sharma said…
after all only love matters other things perish
annell4 said…
Wonderful thoughts!