the word in my mind

expansive.

one could get lost.

an outsider, anyway.

me? i know my way around
pretty well.

walking in the grocery
store tonight, smiling
politely at the old ladies,
stories of all the people
around me floating through
my mind as i made my way
up and down aisles, learning
the layout of the new store.

the whole act of shopping -
when you stop and think about it.

the human condition.

the words.

the minds.

the time.

starting again;
first load of food
in the 'fridge.

trying to create
new memories,
new moments and
not dwell in the past.

sometimes being able
to feel and have emotions
in this world in this time is
just too much if you're really
receptive to those things.

as a poet,
as a man,
as one who
feels and thinks...

a new town and
my thoughts are
so loud i have no
one to talk to who
can understand the
flood of mind matter
that erupts from me
sometimes - so much
so the little things of
life become difficult -
interacting, being in
public.

so the poet
writes of life
and sometimes
experiences life to
the Nth degree, but
mostly writes about
life - translating time
as things that happened,
as thoughts that appeared.

the word.

the blur of the past
as time erases it
to a degree. always
to a degree.

and other past moments
are built up and examined
at length - run through to
different conclusions.

and eventually, staring at
the ceiling fan casting shadows
in a quiet house (with music),
the poet begins to wonder
what was real and what
was just created within
the mind. and was that
reality - what the poet
experienced in their
mind? what did the
whole process look
like from the outside?

shopping centers on mars or
some far flung planet as of yet
undiscovered.

dreams of faraway places,
faraway times, faraway
faces and mines to
explore and maps
of old to adore
and poems
and words
and dreams
and the love
of simply
living life
moment to
moment and
not getting caught
up in what-ifs or
possible scenarios.

nah, i like the word,
the words. getting
lost in them, wrapped
up in them - temporary
temporal distortion - enough
to survive. even thrive perhaps.