Light Shows

There is a man, older than I

above me looking

at the same show of lights

in the sky, meditating perhaps

or just sitting. All I know

is that he looks at these lights

as I do, and that he is above me.



There was a different time

when I was above him

and he was below,

and we were looking

at a different light show.

The way he looked,

then nudged a friend,

had a sense

not of meditation,

or idleness,

but of fear,

A human being-question chasing after both God and nothingness. The internet is a disaster, but our starlessness might teach us something. I welcome our constant experimenting with ourselves with open arms, for ultimately they are attempts of life at living and growing in life. My dwelling is in Key West, while the dwellings of my loves are Indiana, New Mexico, Texas, Massachusetts and Arizona. These spaces are nothing. Love abides and love embraces. View all posts by Richard Q