Poemdog

Dogs 2017

STANDING IN LINE
(1/28/17)

waiting
for a teller
at the bank

trying not
to acknowledge
my fellow
waiters

I do not
enjoy
being so close
to people
in public

in private
for that
matter

I contemplate
the miracle
of my existence

of all
of our
existence

I think
of the lifeless
void of space

our infinitesimal
speck of life
within that darkness

I fleetingly
feel
the glow
of the absolute

my current
circumstances
fade

I am riding
the peak
of a flame

then
I am bumped
from behind

the person
in front of me
is finally
being helped

I am
next