Those things I hold between my fingers like sand
maybe they didn’t happen
could be the recesses of my mind
walked that street in lieu of me?
I might have been no more than
a sticky blue-green fly, hot from summer heat
resting briefly in shade
wondering why the world needed
to air its armpits in public
and caw evermore into empty sky
the peace I feel when I remove myself from expectation
and uncoiling my hair, stillness echoing
sit in a bath over long, reading stories of other worlds
no screen blinking for my attention or stories of
cats, awards, dinners, celebrations, cacophony
the noise of the world held in abeyance
just long enough for me to believe
I am more than a held breath
caught in wheezing chest
I am strong limbed, running without harness
ever into unseen wilds
Everything about this is simply superb.
“the noise of the world held in abeyance
just long enough for me to believe
I am more than a held breath
caught in wheezing chest”
You have a great way of falling into/leading up to your ending. Very nice, Candice.
It is hard, maybe impossible, to daydream in the light of the internet screen. So much vies for attention. To daydream at the computer needs a blank space asking to be filled.
And everything I feel, dizzy from scrolling after a two-week vacation from social media which I directly wanted to sprint right back to, is here saying YES.
“The peace I feel when I remove myself from expectation” is a wonderfully soothing line
the peace I feel when I remove myself from expectation
Oh yes!
Right?
Agreed. But when I am able to be offline when I’m in the world that existed long before we typed connections, I feel so liberated and free of all the madness of social media.
thank you so much thank you so much I really appreciate you and these words of encouragement