Gnosis Let the ocean enter you, let the rush of saline silence fill the dark cavern cluttered with detritus, with your collection of broken thoughts, obsessions and addictions piled like idols. Awash, submerged, and sunken - observe their frailty. Waters deeper than you knew settle into glassy reflection. All open, receiving, all palms thankful, ears fanned like conch shells. This mirror birthed in briny wash and reverence - gaze there to see the mystery.
Erin Olson is a licensed professional counselor living in southeastern Wisconsin. Her poems have appeared or are forthcoming in Neologism Poetry Journal, Last Leaves Magazine, and Sky Island Journal.
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