Pause is a necessary condition
the earth needs to take a breath
to breathe in the time of evolution to remind itself all is well
we can only ever have the faintest map of another’s internal reality
it is difficult enough to know one’s own
amidst the bustle a body takes on new forms
in this cauldron of control it grows weary to escape
something yearns to yield a fuller portrait of personhood than the myths paint
take back your wings fly in the direction of the soul’s navigation
recall the effervescence of first existence
hold the luminous gossamers in your palm
a spectator is a philosopher
I often recall the wind and the dust
we all have this proof of sitting right here