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.