Saturday, August 2, 2014

A Skater Rests

In the sun they glide
Still they try to learn to fly,

The present moment flow
Not alone enough for mind

In eccentric orbit glow
Thinking of the Icarus boy

Emblazoned on the sun,
An afterimage mote

That makes the hot earth come alive
In perfect sequence -- as if it is now dead

In vain sense clinging, finding something
Because nothing still is too much to endure.

1 comment:

the walking man said...

Because nothing still is too much to endure.

Being a Detroit retiree fully immersed in the bankruptcy of the city, this line resonates deeply within. Enduring the thought that all of my years of labor fixing things for the city residents is now counted as nothing is the hardest thing to endure.