Think a little
while you sit
sipping
in a public place
surrounded
and
alone.
This is pleasant enough.
People have travelled far
just to sit
in this same space
to see
this same view
to hear
these same sounds.
The rythym of the ocean
draws you in:
thoughts are dancing
across the silver tops of the waves
darting through
the aquamarine water.
Do the ideas coalesce?
Do the words take shape?
Or,
do the impressions
crash and jumble
one upon the
other
like wave
incoming
upon
wave
receding
on and on . . ?
Yet
if you wait
even this
which seems futile
and frustrating
is not without
purpose.
Here is waiting
in a pleasant place
surrounded by
voices
laughter
music.
Will these moments
suffice
to drive out the memories
of the pain you have endured?
Maybe not completely,
yet they are a start.
Take a slow breath
and give them a chance.
Does this waiting
fill a page?
Much more,
much more;
but so
unremarkable
is the description of
remaining still
while the golden afternoon
rolls along.
While the waves
roll along.
While the waves
crash and jumble
outside
inside.
Yet to
experience
such a thing
and to
recognize
the ideas
coalesce
is
remarkable.