Wednesday, November 17, 2010

a short walk

i'd spent all day in my cube yesterday, not leaving the building once. until i left for the night and the sky darkened with the city turning itself on. that's when the warm breeze hit me full. i smiled. it was thisness, this aliveness. i felt like young elizabeth in the poem 'the waiting room' when the conscious becomes aware of itself and its mortality. i was astonished to be alive, now, even at all. the feeling didn't leave as i made my usual trek home. i passed a homeless guy sitting in the doorway of a building and he says to me, 'excuse me man, can i ask you a question'. i tell him, 'i don't have an answer'. i did the usual things but even in their ordinariness was amazing. to be alive, now, to read, listen to music, write a bit, correspond and delight, yes delight, in the presence of my family. i don't know if that's luck, but that counts too.


At 12:40 PM, Blogger Jim K. said...

i like the style.
thinking of a use

i'll practice getting back to it...
if not for po, then at least for notes
that give me a decent playback of where
i was

seems like the key is mood-capture
and enough work to make it flow...
..but not more: the souffle may fall

i ran across some liz minette
that really trims it down..
..that's tricky work, to keep
the attitude after scissors

At 10:59 AM, Blogger richard lopez said...

to keep the attitude, indeed. that's fair practice.


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