Going Blank
Oct 15 2008


I find myself walking
suddenly at sea,
to where, for what
forgotten.
We all have these moments,
unsure how we came to this spot
our purpose lost,
surprised to find
only ourselves.

When your brain locks up like this,
doors bolted
curtains drawn,
an impatient man would get down on his knees
feeling around for the key he dropped.
But I enjoy this moment,
neither coming nor going
suspended between two points.
Because this purgatory of not knowing
is pure,
free of all desires and needs.

My bearings lost
my vessel rudderless
stuck in the doldrums of a windless sea,
I pause . . .
hovering contentedly.
Until memory dawns
in a short sharp squall
— like a flurry of cats-paws
dancing across
the glassy surface.