subtext

to step away from the day’s flow

the moment to moment froth

and wander lost in a wonder without

a thought to hinder the next thought

to pause long enough to be casual

to lean back against a cottonwood

dazzled in the leaves’ green pulse

instead of the quick jump-cut

seduction of the kaleidoscope’s

inevitable tumble into nostalgic lust

for the minute before and the next

without regard for the possible

perpetual calm within the always now

the ever present present balanced

upon a pain so sharp we wince

and think of something else again