Stretched taught between two buildings, <br />a two dimensional tightrope defined the daily journey <br />two and fro between heart and mind. <br />One place called home and the other work, <br />both familiar facades lacking the yearned for depth <br />with an unremitting dimension of ticking clocks <br />at each and every point; seeming pointless. <br /> <br />The bar that balanced his journey <br />and kept him upright, <br />a kind of devotion to which he tightly grasped. <br />Keeping his balance <br />as winds of change and chance <br />sought to overturn the precarious footsteps. <br />But of what value in the strongest wind <br />when he knew that bar would simply magnify <br />the compelling forces of nature. <br /> <br />Where then to take refuge? <br />For behind facades is little shelter. <br />The ground far below called out <br />with a constant cry of stability, <br />each stone fabricated <br />from pages of self help books, <br />but hid in mists of complications. <br /> <br />His eyes turned to the sky, <br />unformed clouds hid invisibly <br />in a clear autumnal vault <br />and the bright sun blinded his sight. <br />A crescent silver moon haunted the vista <br />with a dim ephemeral smile <br />which hinted at impending darkness. <br /> <br />He turned inwards knowing no other place <br />in which he might find respite. <br />Facades melted and the ground coalesced <br />into a vast pool of shimmering wateriness <br />absorbing all forms and thoughts. <br /> <br />The beginning, the end and the middle <br />converged on a single point which became all, <br />and with the cessation of becoming <br />tension lost its place to reside. <br /> <br />As he watched, centered without viewpoint <br />the next step unfolded <br />in his unmoving presence; <br />alone.<br /><br />David Taylor<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/alone-315/
