"In the hours before Sunrise
I wake, and relish
the quiet, and the crickets.
I meditate in the glow
of the neighbors porch light,
and the not yet
brightening day. It is easy,
at this hour, to be
alone, to be calm,
to be listening.
That does not
make it easy to sit,
necessarily. But
it makes it romantic,
to be with dim sunrise
and light pollution,
and the Full Empty.
Today is the day,
I leave this place.
I have dusted
the bookshelves. I have
ordered the titles. I have
left it, with more than I
found here, and I am
leaving, with more than I
came with; The stories, in me.
I am like a sponge,
saturated."
and then, Mars sits down
on the davenport, and waits…
13 HOURS AND 46 MINUTES LATER,
Mars’ Lyft arrives in a rusty old Ford
“Super Duty”. The Spirit of Libra is driving.
Mars thinks, they look familiar…
The Spirit rolls down
the window, already speaking…
"It is possible, you will see
me, and be pulled into
my gravity. It has little
to do with me, it is just
the Way you see your own
reflection, when you look
into the dark Well of me.
It is common, even Now,
with the Moons of childhood
behind me, to be minding
my own fantasies, when
strangers knock on the windows
of my dreams, offering me
pomegranate seeds. Literally.
I no longer roll down
my windows for every passing
reality, desiring to drink
from me, but today, you are lucky.
I have the face
of someone you think you
used to know, and no one
is ever sure, exactly how
old I am -even still,
as I have let go
of the youth to which I clung
so tightly. I do not live
in Time. So yes, some When,
you knew me."
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