A human is an animal whose mind can wander.
Presence is not strictly enforced
By hunger or fear,
So absence
Visits
And leaves
Us bumping into tables,
Forgetting the keys to the car,
And proving theorems while we miss the exit.
want to be in a hopeless-of-all-profit-and-distribution dead-tree mode chapbook anthology?
Posted by: brennen at March 11, 2006 11:48 PMno objection. with whom will i share the distinction?
Posted by: alan at March 13, 2006 02:27 AMso far, myself and carolann, the younger sister who i once brought to dave's house for a party distinguished mostly by the idea-lightbulb and lots of sitting around.
Posted by: brennen at March 13, 2006 12:06 PMI like this poem, Alan. I think about this a lot, actually. How distracted we are as a species, and especially in this privileged society. My favorite focusing tools are are sex, yoga, and exposure to extreme cold, but sitting meditation would probably do me more good.
Posted by: Liz at March 15, 2006 09:13 AM