4/23/17

What If

What if the thoughts are real?
what if the moments of clarity
of me
sitting in the sunlight
streaming across my own space
are truths that I can not live without
and
as I sit
slowly leaching
in another room
with that same sunlight streaming
though not living
still
dreaming

how what then?
how what now?

If I could have that room of my own
that space to be what I want when I want it
to create my experience
as I was created
what then?

it is too big a picture to think about as a whole.
small parts
a glimpse here
a whisper there
while I sit
and drink my tea
contemplating
this 

reality. 

3/14/17

forty-three

I am filled with thoughts
they drift in and out of feelings
swellings
dwellings

and I still sit
waiting for my crumbs.
sitting

still. 

Why?
why.
y.

1/14/17

Jagged Edges

The disconnect between reality and 
the inside and
the outer world
and

then there is me.
standing, usually
somewhere between.

What is real?
How do you know?
How do I know?

When those worlds do not intersect cleanly
and leave their jagged little edges

who is there to turn to 
and remark upon their beautiful shapes
the dancing that the light makes when traveling across them?

and I
still standing
see and absorb
yet
for what?
For whom?


Is it for no one?