The Void
Monday, 31. January 2011 20:30
the enso
the poem
I keep waiting, the dogs
snoring at my knees, bent
around contours that don’t exist
in nature. We keep waiting
as though the punch line is coming
any second now, revealing
some deeper meaning we could not discern
otherwise on our own. Yes
this imposed pause is what gets
to us as everything else
passes, leaving me still, unmoved,
careful not to wake the dogs.
I keep waiting, enmeshed,
breaths timed to the rhythm
of a different animal, dancing
in the void between inhalations,
wondering what will happen next,
suspended, as though this script
had not been played before.
Category:Animal, Ephemeral, Human | Comments Off | Author: marlowe