everyday when I walk to the train station
or walk from the train station
i pass dozens of your typical queens-type houses
all of them are raised two-stories
with basement closets that have been converted
as the third and final story
each one has it’s own little square of mother earth
out front
decorated with the gamut
everyday, many times a day
they are blurs in my peripheral vision
one day, I was reading a book
and later on, when I walked passed that background
i remembered a passage about
walking at half speed
slowing down for a few moments
in an attempt to notice life
i forced my brisk momentum to a complete halt
i took a deep breathe
felt a few vertebrae crack
exhaled
and took my first step
i attempted not to think much
i just tried to notice
tried to listen
to smell something
that’s when i noticed a door
it was hidden behind vines, ivy and a few shrubs
there was a deep, intense slash of a shadow
cutting through this scene
and i noticed large fragments of a stone path
creating a trail to this entryway
it was wonderful, exotic, mysterious
stories of hobbits and wizards and time portals ran through my head
i took a few more steps when
i realized the house next
revealed its own enchanting little passageway
as did the house next and the next, on and on
i felt my stride becoming slower and slower with each building
astonished at all of the wild stories
I had never thought of before now
simply because I always walked too fast
there are so many rituals i cannot avoid in my life
like walking to the train
but often find myself paying them no mind
what i have known, since a child,
is that life is easy
what i have learned
recently
is that life is simple
i hear a lot about how things are supposed to be
but a moment can only occur
exactly as the moment ends up occurring
because life is a simple thread
from birth to death
there are no detours
to resetting or active hindsight
a moment comes
and when that moment is over
then that moment is gone
if i look back for it
I miss the next one
and soon, I find I am unable
to turn my head
to continue to look forward
to continue to move forward
I breathe
having walked a mere city block
having traveled the world
again, realizing
simple moments
never-ending
occurring long before and long after
me
a slow walk
what is meant by
having no regrets
no guilt
there is no need to fix the past
it is not possible
so
be what you feel
I have known a lot of things in my life
but now I understand
how complicated I have made
this simple, peaceful life.
- af
(written on typewriter)
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