We need no great American highway
to smoke our lungs black,
to toss yellowed butts
out the window,
a pool of smoked tobacco
on the second floor.
This space was always here,
but it’s the fullness,
the part of me I am afraid to lose:
the walks, the circles,
the friendships.
Inhaling,
curious about everything we had forgotten,
we watched my grandpa shakey
and slow down the front steps.
When do we realize we got old?
We never planned on going far,
just enough to say we had
been gone a while.
2 comments:
I love this! For me, it totally sheds light on the vulnerability of humanity and its inability to fight what is inevitable--the progression of time and the careless decisions we make along the way.
I especially like the contrast between emptiness and fullness and how they exist in tandem. Again, very insightful!
Responsibility for configurations of framing systems for experience shift between players and between circumstances.
Any participant in an interaction seems able to behave in a way that can contribute to reconfiguration.
And most that participant in any given interaction are also participating in other interactions, whether or not those participants are actively configuring experience so as to be aware of some of their multiple participations.
We configure and are configured.
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