September 1, 2012 § Leave a comment
The quiet before the storm as people walk by needing. A man pulling plastic stares behind my dark lenses. Another gestures for change. Most others don’t notice as I watch.
Everything is now. The push of wind, rattle of spinning wheels, the bits and pieces of conversation. Phrases left to crumble. Words just begun yet finished. Making little sense and all that needs be said.
Let the storm come when it’s ready. I’m ready now. All is set. Quiet. Let the spherical din spin.