Saturday, January 29, 2011

Another Long Pause

That. That was it. That was

reality. I almost missed it.


But I remembered it

from childhood--peculiar


not-quite boredom,

not-quite melancholy,


stillness, almost

satisfaction, the underneath


of being human

doing human things,


when the not human

world rises, floating,


into uncertain

becalmed awareness,


be it a blue sky

outside, dusty sun


inside, the lack

of voices or music,


everything nothing

doing, a crack in the floor,


a long pause before

another long pause--


that. That was it.

That was reality.

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