Whatever we anticipate, whatever we dread or desire — good, bad, peace, strife, difficulty, ease, agitation, calm — might or might not come to pass. We can, in other words, be floating on a cloud or tied in knots by something that doesn’t exist. And when we’re caught up in this state, what do we miss? Everything — even this: a tiny bird, drinking rainwater from an ivy leaf.
June 11, 2021
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Categories: New Poems & Pieces
Tags: Anticipation, Attention, Consciousness, Diaries, Journals, Rain, Thoughts
William Michaelian 