Awakening, I see the
shades of others stir.
I see what isn’t there.
You are not there, nor I.
Leaves rustle, marking
time.
Put aside what you know;
don’t favor what is
beautiful.
Just see what is there.
See with your peripheral
vision
the blur that
dissolves
when you look
directly.
One must slow down to see
the creatures who
fade at dawn.
If
you rush, they dash off
like frightened
fawns.
Study the bark of a
Ponderosa
vanilla microcosm of
an
endless vertical
world
ragged black cracks of
time
splitting the years of
rosy tan.
Don’t leave!
Rushing off to the next
intention
next plan
next hope
next ambition
you will miss the circus
that’s in town
playing just for
you.