Gnosis – a poem by Erin Olson


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 JournalLast Leaves Magazine, and Sky Island Journal

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