i sit in the same chair
day after day after day
looking out the same window
watching shadows
rise, stretch, disappear, stretch again, and fade
forgetting what happened yesterday
at the edge of memory
i remember the times
of consistently pushing against
the small circles of special
formed by those caught within
the burdens of their unbridled desires
the pushing in the mad hope
of creating an opening
for the welcome of all
wore me out
so now i sit and watch
trying not to give offense
it is the delight of the divine
to give the rain and the sun
to come down upon everything
admirably arranged
circles everywhere and nowhere
leaving no shadows
A Thread You Follow 