2 February, 2012 § Leave a comment

… waiting feels a little like this:
quiet within quiet
bubbling up and spilling over —
at least a tiny bit

into a
crowded sphere of
blurred motion all around,
unknowing when the next blink
will arrive.
Not sure when the
cocoon of stillness
will evaporate.
I want to be ready.
I want to be.

Corner street market in Agadir, Morocco
July 2007


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