Guest Post: Pinned

by Keely Richins

Pinned

Truth pinned down like a bug for observation,
Secure, lifeless, still, but poised as if in motion, flightless existence.
Measured, constant, finite, and studied within the confines of theology.

Not meant for the glass box on display,
Truth resurrects, takes flight in questioning
Changeable creature flits in and out of sight,
Ever dancing as it is chased through the changing seasons.

Sometimes, the chase is joy.
Sometimes, disorienting.
Sometimes truth disappears from view, overcome by long fields of weeds and wildflowers.

I wander in search of its memory, surprised in discovery of new cocoons.
I wonder at their beauty.
Is this the beginning? Is that where it ends?

Leave them, have patience.
No jar needed to learn from their journeys. Spinning, growing, changing, becoming.

Maybe truth will set you free,
I prefer to set the truth free.

 

Keely is a reader, runner, proud Utah native, Idaho backpacker, nightgown wearing millennial, friend, and rabbit-owner. She loves to laugh, be outside, and push herself outside of her comfort zone. She lives a thrilling life with a CPA and three kids in a home with a red door.

Photo credit: Borchee, Butterfly and Sunset, istock