Dogs 2007

SETTLED DUST
(5/9/07)


at times
I collapse
into a quiet
pocket
of complacency
and look around
to assess
my stagnant
situation

what
is my grief
really
all about
anyway?

the multitudes
seek
and inhabit
comfortable cocoons
of thickened time
and seem
to get by
just fine
posing
for photographs
of the status
quo

maybe
I simply
need to relax
and accept
what is offered
on its own
limited terms
of survival

at times
I think
that maybe
I may do it
just let
the commotion
calmly cease
and ease
my breathing
into a rhythmic
rusty
repetition

but no

before
I can even
crease a couch
cushion
I see
a haze
on the horizon
coming my
way

some zephyr
of perfection
has stirred
the sand
anew
and a storm
of chaotic thought
gathers strength
as it blows
toward me

those
in my vicinity
do not seem to see
the approaching
blackness
rotating
around
a quickly moving
abstract center

I back
away from them
in muted
preparation
leaving their
shadow box
of stilled
desires

I know
not what
comes my way
but it calls me
to stand apart
and await
my uncertain
destiny

the wind
knows
my name