Friday, January 2, 2015

attente


... don't know when it happened exactly
~ which hour of which day ~
the palatable exubruance & thirst for sun 
gave way 
to a lament for the moon

my movement
my being 
my hours 
spent 
in 
quiet unruckus'd preparation
for 
ducks-in-a-row clarity 
corners cleaned of cobwebs 
piles of life linear with logic 
dust swept devotedly 
from the totem objects of my accumulation 
flannel smooth
moonlight quickening 
tassels trimmed & pressed 
set free from their lingering gypsy dreams
as if .... 
should the wind be just right from that place of sun 
well then ... 
everything will be 
as if ....
I was never here 
or maybe 
my departure will come with
no burden
no adjustment 
or maybe 
I am just merely passing thru
pausing here 
     waiting ... ... 
for the 
just right 
wind 

2 comments:

  1. Oooh my gosh. Oooh my gosh. This is just so right there.

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