be pearls
blackened from
the Tahitian sea
on a string
do you know where you are going?
now or later
doesn’t matter
because it is the time in between that matters
the disoriented moments
contemplative you are
where you are alone
now, today, tomorrow
or some day
remembering what you thought would come to you in this moment
but doesn’t
where you open your eyes
and see only cloudiness
b e p a t i e n t… for clarity
they are the best
misty moments
you’ve ever seen
© r.e.l. 1/17/11
Image ‘[d i s o r i e n t e d o b j e c t i v i t y]’by Irina și Silviu Szekely
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