Grasping attachment

Who is hearing
these sounds?
I just stopped….
and wondered.
No more,
than a strand of hair –
or dinner with friends.

The future won’t come,
so – I wait.
In silent awareness,
and colorful darkness.

For a blue, mature spring –
the wind in a tree.
And music,
still only the sound.
A moment,
nearer to flight.

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