The answer to every question is hush –
something is changing –
something has shifted.
We feel it in the air.
The wind moves the water still –
yet nothing appears to happen at all.
Not watching, really,
Not waiting, really,
Rather, un-defining.
Schrodinger’s cat on a raft above
the dance of diamonds.
I may malinger here
(what is work anyway?)
bobbing on the surface
of an ocean that defies being named –
at least for today.
Life as Improv 
Ah, those first 3 lines. Sigh. Especially since I read them as soon as I finished reading Alison and Don’s latest post. I sit here alone, wanting someone to get Indian food with me, yet I have sisters in this world. We are and are not alone.
We are not alone, but I know that strange feeling along with you of not sharing physical space together with those sisters/brothers scattered about. Wouldn’t it be nice to teleport and meet each other for tea or indian or walks in the woods. Lately, I’ve been feeling my handful of kindred with me anyway even when I’m so alone. I am getting so eccentric falling this path 🙂 Much love to you, and just so you know – Indian lunches are one of my favorite things to do, so funny you mention it. I fed my babies indian food instead of american so they would have a palette for the spice – and it worked – they love it too! xo! m
Love it! I took my girls to my favorite Indian restaurant when they were little many times – the owner didn’t mind that I packed their lunches of pb&j’s! Now they’re diehard fans.
Teleporting would be lovely. I often wonder what we kindred cyberspace spirits would do if we met in the flesh. I fear my walls might make it impossible for you all to recognize me and/or my distractibility and judgments of what I see make it impossible for me to recognize you. One day at a time, I am becoming more me and allowing others to be more them.
Love to you too!
The only thing that could keep us from recognizing each other are thoughts – and what is wonderful, to me, it seems,is that these walls build of thoughts can tumble down in an instant like the walls of jericho as we do recognize ourselves and each other in a single instant.
I just wrote my reply to your note on my blog, and here discover I somehow committed a copyright violation. I hope you will not be pressing charges. I skimmed this lovely poem earlier in the week on my phone in a lunchline somewhere, and haven’t been able to get back to it for several days, but it must have stayed with me. We are all such tips of the iceberg… I love the notion of bobbing on a great ocean.
Michael
Well now, Mr. Michael, how wonderful is overlapping? I for one seem to need a bit of this to reassure me I am not too far out of my mind. I have no idea so often what I am writing about, then when it is explained to me, I think, who knew? When I quiet my mind and describe the landscape around me – I think I am closer to a spot where many roads meet. Or something like that. Hope you were able to enjoy flowers, showers, and sun this weekend! m
Yes, the overlapping is definitely helpful. I must not be just making this all up… if other people are showing up, too. We all sent in the UPC coupons from the same cereal boxes in some other dimension, got the decoder ring, and now are steadily appearing, one-by-one, at the crossroads, at the juncture where all pasts and roads meet. They all converge on this point and stop. We look up. There is an open gate artistically framing an endless sea of grass beyond. No fencing. What was that cereal called? A Little Taste of the Glory?
Michael
Moving to where “the streets have no name?”
I am reminded of that song lyric reading your poem and to the time shortly after moving to Portland, OR from LI, NY.
Perhaps if I had never made that move I would not have understood what little I do about the inherent disorientation of change that ultimately serves as a gift, or as Alan Watts called, “The Wisdom of Insecurity.”
It also strikes me as wonderfully ironic that I could spend a lot of time on defining this undefining. 🙂
xxx
Debra
I love the ironic exploration as you and I are nailing down a cloud 🙂 I also love the phrase from Alan Watts (I hadn’t run across this) “The Wisdom of Insecurity” Suddenly I’m feeling very wise, hahah! I do often seek out experiences to disorient myself; feeling my feet dangle beneath me wondering where the ground may be wakes me up. I so appreciate you visiting here and leaving words. I am working on reconstructing to find more balance, as I juggle with grading the words of students against a clock – I am looking forward to a visit to your corner when I can focus and absorb in larger chunks. xo!! m
Big hugs of recognition for all that juggling Marga!
Love,
Debra
The un-defining is where it’s at. Turning off the mind-churn to float and shift and swim and let the breeze blow us still again. 🙂
Oh miss lovely, that moon had me wide eyed last night – even behind a layer of mist and clouds. Hope you enjoyed your viewing, either through open or shut eyes – all the same 🙂 xo! m