NOBODY IN PARTICULAR

NOBODY IN PARTICULAR

 susan ambrosino

Start with less

then add less and less

each day

until you have even less,

living in the town next to nowhere,

someone who knows no one,

with more of that strange invention of god,

called Time.

Look around

and look and look.

See how everything fits together nicely

in a neat package,

seamlessly.

The sky meets the horizon.

The trees touch the sky.

The trees root in the earth.

All living beings wrap themselves around

everything else

and live touching, touching, touching

each other

and it all breathes in and out

in and out

in and out together.

Wind blows east.

Wind blows west.

The sun comes up.

The moon goes down.

The earth tilts one way as it

spins in a floating flash of fiery

infinity,

every warmth provided.

God is a very small thing

that you will notice

when you are alone and silent,

when you are nobody in particular,

a clean slate rising each day

leaving the body behind.

Only by balancing can we move.

Only by moving can we balance.

Don't believe what you don't believe

even though everyone else believes it.