Quiet Now

at the crossroads of nothing.

Quiet Now

It is perhaps neither light or dark
It is of no sound
There is no structure
There is nothing to do
You simply walk into it
Or stand still into it
Nothing is right
Nothing is wrong
There is breath
You are told nothing
You think at your leisure
You imagine at your leisure
The uncertainty of the pronoun lies within reach
Like a gate on a coming year
It allows you in
You might wallow in its smoothness
You might fight the fight
Sink or rise stands at your sides
The weather of your soul plays it countless times
Now you know or don't know
Quiet Now

Reviews

[Alfred Kukitz]

May the weatherman be with you always.

Regards,
Al

[jacob erin-cilberto]

it is easy to get into this spot if we let ourselves, the trick is changing the forecast.