Now and Again

Now and Again

Sometimes I want

A rest and a respite

Not from heroic endeavors

Or mighty acts of valor

But simply a pause

From the constancy of life’s flow

Slamming into me

Like a dripping faucet

Mildly aggravating

But maddeningly consistent

Sometimes I want

To step off the stage

To critique my life

Instead of starring in it

Hidden in the curtains

Stage right

Sometimes I want

My world to consist of a closet

Where I’m hidden from

The hustle and bustle of the house.

The perfect place to eavesdrop

On the goings on

And the comings and goings

Never discovered

But hearing it all

Sometimes I want

To be my reflection

To be able to sneak behind

The frame of the mirror

Out of sight when I don’t want to be seen

But always able to look through

To see how my day is going

Visible but untouchable

Sometimes I want

To have the music so loud

That a new world is formed

A world with room only for itself

Keeping all other realities at bay

Sometimes I want

To live in the circular wilderness

The exit ramp curls around

Anonymously watching

The world in the form of traffic

Spinning by

On their way to work

Or play

Or last minute remembered errands

Or whatever it is they do

Out in that big world

This road must lead to

Sometimes I want

To sink into the water.

I can tell by looking

It is much quieter there

And I’m sure the temperature is just right

And the pace of life much, much slower

I would look up with pity

On the people held slave

To the captivity of air

And all it’s required busy-ness

Sometime I want

To stand alone in the woods

While it snows

Each flake falling with a preponderance of silence

Slowly but firmly

Closing the door on sound

Letting every noise

That would disturb my solitude know

That it just isn’t welcome here

Sometimes I want

To be alone

But only now and again.

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