Nothing's Air

Nothing's Air

There is always a time when I lay in my own silence,
Sift the silent air, feel the comfort of the sofa embracing my buttocks,
Begin my usual wonder about it all, feel a certain affinity in this affair,
I gaze into open spaces, lick the rhythm of time in my mind,
cascade into falling places, veer away from all norms,
Write........write more.........and when I find the village where
no one seems to know where it is....... I settle myself into the
luxury of knowing I can't be found and bind my time into nothing's air.

Reviews

[Alfred Kukitz]

As usually do this after dinner and the news hour. I feel cozy in the nothing.

On the 9th I'm getting together with some high school friends. We are meeting at Greg's place because he's disabled. I feel like we are going to skip school and go drinking in Port Jervis, NY. Oh! The Wild Days!

Imagination can really make "make believe" seem so real.

Thanks Jacob!

Regards,
al

[jacob erin-cilberto]

sometimes we write words for ourselves that others might think they understand...but they aren't even close to being in the same town..we settle into a place only we are familiar with...
and there is such a contented feeling.