everything
in its right place – in its right space
ricocheting through the hourglass
with its own grace.
everything
at its right time – at its peak prime
braiding its horological strands
with its own rhyme.
everywhere i go i see a multitude of faces. intertwined into a matrix of races. scuttling about from home to office, from class to station, from store to store to store to market, from this to the other congregation. strapped in their car seats, telephones holstered, hopped up on caffeine – happily going to all the places.
oh how the hapless are serious,
cautious and oblivious,
to the plastic nature
of their automated,
perfunctory
lives.
then suddenly, an ephemeral realization, a bolt of lightning in the midst of this contemplation: i too am one of those faces. in the throes of one of those races. i too am one of the hapless – far too serious – another cog in this credulous machination…
but before i get a chance to think about it more, i’m boarding the bus. i’m flagging a taxi, i’m taking a call, sending a text, reading two emails and ignoring the rest. i’m going to work, teaching a class, teaching two more and then grading a test. i’m going to the gym, i’m going to the store, it’s all been a daze. an everyday haze. i wind down on the sofa ‘cause it was just one of those days. i’m drinking a beer. i’m smoking a joint. i’m watching a program but i don’t get the point. i’m brushing my teeth and i’m going to bed. another day in the life of infinite dread.
everything
in its right place – in its right space
ricocheting through the hourglass
with its own grace.
everything
at its right time – at its peak prime
braiding its horological strands
with its own rhyme.