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November 2009 
Forgetting the world
Posted on Feb 12th, 2009
by 
Ron
Ron
These are the days when
I could be doing anything
But I am doing this now:
Standing on the gray deck,
Arms raised, pulling in signals
From the world. Everything is
Bringing from the future. And
Receving the future takes work.
It could be in the mailbox or my
Ear. The nuthatch at my door,
Just blue and shadow. The wind
Coming across, something is waving.
It says, "sustain this." I can't. It
Lands on faded prayer flags tacked
To the rail. Dropping my arms I think
About these things and for this moment
And the next, I forget the world.
I could be doing anything
But I am doing this now:
Standing on the gray deck,
Arms raised, pulling in signals
From the world. Everything is
Bringing from the future. And
Receving the future takes work.
It could be in the mailbox or my
Ear. The nuthatch at my door,
Just blue and shadow. The wind
Coming across, something is waving.
It says, "sustain this." I can't. It
Lands on faded prayer flags tacked
To the rail. Dropping my arms I think
About these things and for this moment
And the next, I forget the world.
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This is beautiful Ron.
Hi Katya. Thanks for your comment. Glad you liked it. Good to hear from you.