Overcoming the present to reach it,
now that the moment is steady,
under the afternoon summer sun,
while you find yourself jointed onto the grass,
part of the circular whole.
Consider your little being,
– the sky is so beautiful
Reach it and love it,
then think it,
shout it loud,
“I’m gonna die now!”
And while lingering on the wavy poppies,
you’ll feel your heart bursting in your throat,
that you did not.
She just had a shower after a long walk. Scrubbing off the nuisances of the day, flushing them with Tea Tree body wash. She opened that door, to look for a bottle of grapefruit juice. There was none. But there was a mirror. A long mirror. Warm light disclosed the sharp right half of her face. She paused, stared. She sat on the floor, reaching her reflection with the tip of the index. She entertained herself in conversations that would never have took place.
Dating herself; a discovery; a necessary soliloquy.