A Stop

Falling, like wheels careening down an incline
Heat, blustering closer like the fire at kid camp
Groceries, arriving as dreams do while slumbering
Age, surprises gradually like fingernails growing

If there is no possibility, no noticing of everything
Then allow a break from all situations, a stop
Take the all-consuming muscle for a walk, over the cliff
So to see the air pulse in-and-out of a mouth, distinguished-ly
 

- mailed to North Carolina this week -
artwork by Sol LeWitt