. . . . . they always seem to have a purpose
even when they sit believing in the silence
not meditation: not even life not any more
at each corner, each lane, a decision made
years ago: of what to leave behind what to
keep in the back of the mind, in storage -
btwn the sunday and the monday and each
day in btwn: the many years collapse in
time: exhausted. given little reprieve so it
eases into purpose. each lost pet, lost life
lost family, lost job: an opportunity at most
a transformation of the mind, the soul, life
