a fool attends momentarily

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
(September 15, 2013)

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