It is hard to pay attention To the moment at some length The past or the future Invariably distracts us, By their comfort or anxiety, Leading us into some irrational place, Or leaving us in nebulous warmth of sleep.
Pulsating beyond The edge of significance Uncertain patterns come together And separate, Leaving shadows and spaces That need to be filled, Or at least identified.
When we wake up in the morning We neither remember our wrestle With the moment at night, Nor do we realize that We lead ordinary lives In sometimes Extraordinary conditions.
