- write poem for this
Today I fulfilled my duty. Donning my gear, I took off just as the light was starting to fade, the bright bright blue warping, diluted by new entrants, newcomers.
The wind zipping through my hair, my helmet hanging on by a loose thread, my wind-swept legs pumping against the clock, the ticking, the dilution with fiery reds and ocean blue and curious purple.
Passing by fellow citizens, I feel pride, an inside joke, a shared conspiracy. Unwritten and unspoken, an agreement in the shared presence of momentous, marking gravitas, weighing me down as the clock ticks, ticks…
On to the next curve, the water unfolds beyond my eye’s reach. Infinities lay in sight, the reflections of public work, of good lasting work, practical yet aesthetic. I try to take it all in Unsuccessfully, infinity is not for sale all of it freely given, time served and spent, obsessed
over the mundane, at least what we think they think boring, usual, normal. Seeing the same sights, hearing the same sounds, smelling the same sea spray & summer smoke, fleeting pine and fading winter fingers.
They don’t feel the same as us, don’t taste the awe insatiable desire for a stray piece of eternity. To be co-existing with fiery orange and otherworldly purple, the bridge of shape multitudes, and the ocean horizon sandwiched with magic.
The last light drains from the sky and I find my way home in darkness, the only sounds the twirl of my wheels and occasional bump over unpaved cul de sacs and the wind whistling as it chases my tail.
The rush compels my advance. My duty almost complete, my body yearns for nourishment, while my soul has feasted with the universe, fed bloody spells and spiced incantations and velvety secrets.
everyone is conspiring in the beauty in this moment and all for this moment. beauty is here, and it is enough.
what is the overarching metaphor?
- civilian of the world
- like jury duty
- participant in magic
- not just a bystander