wet pavement and leaves incense for a time the scent reaching for reminders when and how november rain washing away the silence striking down fear we sit saying nothing feeling all has been forgotten all we know is real you want to believe despite what you tell yourself confusing confusion with wanderlust and bewilderment truth will last longer than the rain washing away the silence pulling off the pain
What instances or occasions do we choose to not observe, acknowledge, or try to comprehend?
How can we ignore the shifting beauty of the leaves, the final days of colour before wicked winds, a nightly chill, turn our landscape to a humble grey.
We will feel the deficit, unnoticed in the entirety.
What happens when we do not stop to pay attention to the slight motion of a raindrop in a puddle on a drizzly day, or look past the kaleidoscope haze as errant drops diffuse light on the lenses of your eyeglasses.
Our vision is not clear to the reality of people passing by on the sidewalk, on the way to work or school, perhaps paying as little attention to the surroundings as we do.
I’m going to do today as I did yesterday; step by step, minute by minute, I will keep moving forward. I am not expecting too much, knowing the planet will continue spinning on its axis as it has been doing for, at least, the past few days. It’s pretty consistent, really. I see no reason why I can’t follow the example. Each revolution brings another day; each moment passes in its own way. Step by step we move ahead. Evolution follows revolution, staying on the path is a natural solution.
Can I whisper or wonder what I do not know? Afraid, of course, of where it can go. To realize what is not there on all, or most, or many days is still so real. Lines on your face. Memories disappear. Erased. Others fall out of favor or onto the page. Words unspoken still leave a mark on your past, your lips and lifeline. Will you ever tell? Release the smile holding back thoughts meant only for yourself.
