Thursday, March 09, 2006

Untitled, by Vacuous

one time I went with my Momma
to see the circus
I was greedy with anticipation
we rushed forward
there was a homeless man sleeping in the doorway
the crowd spoke with one silent voice
the idea is not to be acknowledged

the incident did not make a big impression on me
actually it made a profound impression
the deep mark that it left on my psyche
is that such incidents must not, cannot make big impressions

600 sand hill cranes by the Hiwassee river
huddled down
feathers puffed out
to protect against the cold air
this image remains in my mind
though i do not know why

8 comments:

beckett said...

Just a little note to let you know I am reading again. I have a lot of catching up to do, and a little too much to do in one day. So I willbe working my way back to today.

Got stuck in a delusion. Trying to see it for that. It was stickier than I imagined it would be!

vacuous said...

What a mysterious comment. Stuck in a delusion?

beckett said...

Heh heh. I meant I was wrapped up in essentially meaningless stuff, unable to see anything for what it was.

Anonymous said...

Aren't most people stuck in delusion? That is, they are feeling their way along in a dark universe. Truth seekers are trying to get past the delusion, though.

beckett said...

agreed

vacuous said...

The Buddhist perspective is that we are swimming in a sea of delusion. We will never be be free of it. Yet we can recognize it.

beckett said...

I like the poem. I, too have agreed many times, that I will not be scarred.

vacuous said...

thanks