I am sure only of the immediate.
Nothing is solid beneath my feet.
Perhaps it never has been.
Always the observer
but never more so than now;
I am in between everything
watching listening waiting,
always waiting,
and then the moment is upon me
and I am startled unawares.
I nearly tumble off the brink
till something magical winks at me
and I am caught
in a painfree moment.
15 jan 1998
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