A Minute of Nothing

“Slow down,

my brother,”

a passerby called out,

over his shoulder.

“Why are you

always wondering

about nothing

of importance,

nothing of now,

the silence,

the stillness?”

 

 

It was then–

I felt it.

 

The wind swipe past

my cheek;

The bird call for the leaf,

falling

into the nest of a cloudy-eyed

child.

 

The motion of thoughts

over water,

over air,

under skin.

 

Within me,

the tree,

the plane,

the ant

rolling from its workhouse

to playpen,

to its bottom-of-shoe fate.

 

I felt the impossibility

of nothing

and the peace

of nothing

and the endlessness

of some other nothing

that is, in fact,

possible,

probable.

 

If only we all could slow,

feel,

see.

June 25, 2014

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