… meet you there.

By J. K. McDowell

July 2014


There is a stitch; golden threads dance though the fabric.

Loops and knots closing so many open wounds.

Much of the healing is done elsewhere, not just there.


There is a snitch; one who betrays your darkest secret.

Despite all your precautions and security

The imprisoned soul finds a way out of there.


There is a twitch; the smallest of impairments,

In the eye, in the little finger. Cyphers that

The demise of the ego has begun there.


There is a switch; a shift, when you no longer use

The world’s tragedies to prove you’re right. You embrace

Compassion and love your enemy. Are you there?


There is a glitch; code hacked long ago, bits and bytes,

Copied and pirated. On to the reboot, restore,

Upgrade and patch. The work never seems done there.


There is a witch; beautiful in her obscure

Obsessions. She once told you J. K. : “The future

Is a strange and wonderful place.” We will meet you there.