It’s in this
cozy I feel 
best in between 
strikes of clock
when time stops
before the whistle 
and its steep
this lazy last
before foot steps 
onto cold floor 
and I can 
imagine just if
a while longer 

It’s this way 
no it’s that 
it definitely isn’t 
this way either 
on and on
we go searching 
for the way
out forgetting about 
the way in
blind little mice 

I live in 
presence a balance 
of everything and 
nothing where the 
good vibes are 
found in everything 
and the bad 
vibes take their 
place in nothing 
an ethereal place 
where now is
a blissful state 
and then forgotten 

I fill
my life 
with nothing 
as opposed 
to nonsense 
whole bunches 
of silence 
bundled together 
into bouquets 
of peace 
and quiet 

I don’t worry
about the future 
I don’t think 
about the past
I am simply 
sitting here at
the stoplight at
the intersection of
here and now 
waiting for the 
light to turn