I was just standing there
beside the Tumtum tree
and stood awhile in thought.
Feeling like a dancer -
wisping, waltzing, wandering.
Arms akimbo, then widespread
turning to the tune of
my own voice's mellifluous music,
floating on life's lonely stage.
Thinking the thoughts of the inner me,
the universe and all it can be.
Then to dance with the wee deaths,
the trying troubles to rearrange
only to have sudden joy
in impermanence and change.
Once finding illusive certainty
revelling in it, savoring of it.
The trite things one thinks of
while just standing there,
doing nothing at all, soulful sighs.
Fluttered flicks of awakening.
Copyright © Greg Gaul | Year Posted 2020
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