Monday, January 21, 2019

Debt Forgiven

The mute button doesn’t work anymore.
A moment’s silence is worth more than gold.
Interest compounds it into the solemn roar of the golden sun,
arcing across an unsettled October mind.
I languish as clouds cover her payment to me.

The moments don’t escape me, even at sixty miles per hour.
I’m surrounded by them.
As a child I used to feel them all the time.
But “feel” is the wrong word.
So is “see,” or any other sense-word.
Completeness? Dynamic and brimming,
they often bring tears to my eyes.
But ... quiescent, too.
Honesty completes the sentence the period is too afraid to.
Death doesn’t come; it’s already there, in every moment,
part of its very DNA, beneath everything, breathing, full of life.

Silence christens the sun. It’s afternoon.
I’ve forgiven her debt.

Tijuana Estuary, Imperial Beach, California

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