Nowhere And Everywhere
There are unexpected
and rare moments
when you can
approach and stand
on the rim of yourself
and almost feel
a strange gravity
inexorably drawing you
and all of creation
in towards
a centre point
that is nowhere
and everywhere.
Other times
the best you can manage
is to cast a thought
into your own silence
and hear its sad echo
answer back.
Meanwhile,
in the fading light,
flocks of pigeons scatter
above central square,
exploding in a burst
of flapping wings
unknowingly on their way
to nowhere
and everywhere.
Copyright © Paul Willason | Year Posted 2025
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