Walking Home

The late afternoon faints
With the metaphysical.

Reflections in puddles.

Even the universe is a hologram.

~

The wind
Has mass

Of dusk
On road,

Alive
Like a mountain,

A glacier
Pre-industrial.

The night is

The dusk

Out-pooled.

~

The self is a card trick
In the dark
Without hands,

Sweeping sidewalks for
Enlightenment.

Speaking drastically,
The oomph that is not the self.

I made a diorama
Of the Triple Lindy
And left it on a diving
Board.

14 thoughts on “Walking Home

  1. So, now I know what a Triple Lindy is, ha ha! The whole scene has a lovely strangeness. I feel as if I’m being swept off into the landscape. I love every line, they’re all so complete with meaning. But if I had to pick a few, these resonated:

    “The late afternoon faints
    With the metaphysical.”

    “The night is

    The dusk

    Out-pooled.”

    “The self is a card trick”

    “The oomph that is not the self.”

    🙂

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