There are the imperceptible things
That I constantly long for
And then there are inscrutable things that stand
at the center of the way
Harsh, rugged the inconceivable reality,
The cutting interruptions,
crimes against my understanding.
I dive down like a dog in a storm
When I get a glimpse of the sunset,
I look for the subtle, hidden stars next to the sun
They are slow to come. They are shy and deceptive.
Still, I linger, longer than before, I linger
Without a plan or goal, the longer I linger
The more I gather time in my pocket.