I’m mindful today of the movement
here and now, the way my fingers
gently strike the computer keys as
I type,
the way my eyes roll left to right
following each word being laid
across the page, my automated
breathing in and out,
the heart pumping, and synapses
of mind firing to find every
thought, my ears attuned to cello
music playing, everything moves
in symphonic harmony.
Here and now, I am the maestro,
conductor my own destiny.
And then, waiting out there in
the nearby beyond at the ready,
everything in movement toward
an inevitable silence in the Great
Gallery of Motionless Nothingness
Forever.
-30-
Chris Hanch 1-22-2021
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