We tend to think 
of life in terms 
of time of beginning 
and end of start
and stop and of
all those in betweens 
but what if life 
wasn’t linear what if 
life was spherical what 
if one point reflected 
another and then another 
and we were simply 
hovering in the middle 
and that no point 
was ever more important 
or less important than 
any of the others 

I don’t 
expect to 
be anything 
to anyone 
having already 
been something 
I don’t 
expect to 
be anything 
really I
don’t expect 
to be
something either 
I enjoy 
being nothing 

Now in
the quiet 
when this 
nothing is 
my something 
when no 
one anywhere 
is listening 
and no 
one answers 
that I
find myself 
I have 
frequently found 
myself here
on the 
edge the 
outskirts and 
the fringe 
swinging like 
a spider 
on its 
web in 
the wind 
of its 
own small 
hushed thoughts 

I’d forgotten 
you here
having myself 
been taken 
by dreams 
I turned 
to see
a miracle 
a face 
I’d seen 
more than 
a thousand 
times sleeping 
my favorite 
are these
tiny graces
for they
often go 
by unseen 

My heart 
then belonged 
to you 
but now 
being returned 
or maybe 
taken back 
or maybe 
I don’t 
know which 
has taken 
its time
and place 
right here 
having once 
taken its 
chance somewhere 
out there