a solitary stop over
is the care for the soul i need
the company of Thomas Moore
reenergized my conviction
to make everyday
a miracle
of extraordinary experience
the afternoon rain
guarded my feet
from going to the city streets
waking up after a sitting cat nap
with a dead right leg
was all the more
an engagement
to be still, to feel, to listen
when the closest I can connect
is my own self
amidst empty chairs
and empty tables
I am no longer in a rush
Life has a way
A synchronicity
Of great encounters
A conspiracy
That which answers dreams and needs
And fulfill desires of the heart
Some things are not meant to happen
For there are many misfits
In a half hearted effort
In accomplishing a task
For a doubtful temperament
Can lead me nowhere
But as soon as I stand my ground
And relinquish my self doubt
The alchemy
Of making the ordinary
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