Everywhere
By Martin Yelverton
That thing you were about to do…
No, I don’t remember either;
And if I do, how about we leave it be?
It will wait, or it won’t; either way without substance beyond these clutchings.
So let’s sit here a while and watch.
Waiting for nothing, watching, just watching.
There will be the sight of trees and grass waving, There will be the sound of leaves swooning love supreme, There will be the thoughts that roll in and wash it all away.
You will feel adrift, just like me, But here we are; here we truly are.
Bardo Burner 