“A human being is a part of the whole called by us universe, a part limited in time and space. He experiences himself, his thoughts and feeling as something separated from the rest, a kind of optical delusion of his consciousness...” Albert Einstein, 1954
I have these moments. Riding drift wood in plain view. Surrounded by the city.
And with a spoonful of somehow
I'm the only one:
in the window seat during lunch rush / on the hum of the parade / on the daydream of the dance
It's as if, if I imagine it,
eyelashes closed tight, I'm floating
on the periphery.
Surfing in the atmosphere along side them
I call out.
To the tourist, the spectators, the lovers, the friends...
And then, we're in it.
A blushing sky, a cotton candy spark, like nothing else.
Traversing the eclipse and the equinox
together, no matter how far away.