To the person across the street,
the eyes upon my own,
checking out my gait,
to the car passing by,
wondering aloe in the afternoon,
what might be my state of mind,
I would probably ask you
quite the same.
For even in the darkest moment,
when old highways seem to arise,
we feel the pavement on our skin,
dragged across miles of memory,
can we be here again,
I mean,
really are we back here one more time?
~
We lived a life one time,
still do as a matter of some sublime
task laid before us
to understand just why,
or rather,
not that, not at all,
I think it is more about just letting ourselves
be
as she had said to me one day,
shortly before she went away,
just find your person,
who you are,
be present and only now,
even after all of our conversations
about invisibility, the fool on the hill,
the inability to quiet accept
the ‘is this all there is’ reality,
there still seems an apparent need
to no matter what the silence suggests,
just be.
© Scott F Savage 10/2020
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