Harvard Street

Within this small space connected to the non-sterile
Outside space swathed in greying light,
So much energy enters, exits, combines and consumes
Each other, my awareness bounces amongst
Many beings and I become anxious,
Unable to concentrate, unable to focus, and for a moment
Stuck on this plane, unable to advance to the next.

My breath becomes labored the longer I inhabit this space
And allow myself to exist beyond here – I must
Bring myself within, to my core and regroup.







Leave a Reply

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.