Why Wait

Why wait until the world comes to quiet?
When there is no more believing in streams of words.
When what comes unbidden into view is what frightens you.
Your nemesis will arrive to take you home,
prayers or no prayers.

When matter doesn't matter,
and contact is given from momentum,
stop looking out every window, into every face,
every screen, and calling for your source.

If a train whistle makes you think that
someone else's life has momentum.
If you quietly suffer the ministrations of
your own inexpert self help,
then you are in the waiting place.

Are you always sliding toward more ?
Relating better? Living more generously?
At such times, minor triumphs can give comfort.
So obvious, but strangely, not significant.

Are you sidestepping the sinkholes?
The ones you should be leaping into.
Embrace the ones that bring you into play
instead of being sidelined.

Thoughts may be weaving a mantel of woe.
So what. The world loves drama.
Each thought strung together might sound like a plight.
But don't take it home.

To string the words and make an odyssey,
is a family trait not worth handing down.
No benefit derives from this kind of hoarding.
Feelings will come in abundance.
That is your treasure.