time is made for thinking

looking inside, outside,
everywhere
to everyone.

and for finding

words, illusions, demands, beliefs.
thousands of directions of conflicting interests.

space junk
drowning in each others noise.
waiting to be heard, seen, thought of.

demanding a moment of presence
even in a small significant way

but time still searches
for the key
and the lock

the two pieces to every puzzle

no point in praying.
to whom?

anyone there?
no.
no one listening.

it’s just me. I’m here.
the only one.
always here.

just a piece of space junk.
thinking
in a small significant way.

sara coslett © 2005



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