: DLST

last night i lost an hour to the universe, i didn't even dream

i didn't feel it

when it fell out

of the pocket in my jeans -

i just continued walking with intention in my step

and i marked each heavy brick with a tick, or tock, or tap.

(i crave the cobblestone, i stroll it with a patience

that makes me feel like i am somewhere that is foreign, safe, or ancient)

but last night time took a tick, a tock, and almost all my taps,

and slipped beneath the soul of my step, seeped into the cracks -

- in that cobblestone, and then

a sharp, keen awareness when

i was sure i had lost it just before

the moment that i did not even want it anymore

and i came

to love

the feeling!

and i did not ever look back,

i could not even look at all,

but leaped

and leapt

and laughed,

and laid down on that ground -

and fell asleep.

: yesterday,

i had a feeling that the world shared a secret

that was only accessible through hours upon hours of

subway transit . . .

but i walk!

everywhere!

and i like it that way.

and if everybody walked, too, no one would know the secret

and if no one knew the secret, the secret wouldn't mind.

it is only those who think they know that they do not know the secret

who are lost underground while walking on the sidewalk.

sometimes, the secret is that there is no secret, or that my secret is

not for you to understand.

but my secret and your secret knew each other once,

and they decided that the best kept secret

was a smile on the sideway, on the subwalk.

: cairdnohcopyh

what is worse:

the (constant) fear (of falling

ill)

or the (physical) experience?