Brian’sPoems

No Pause, No Peace

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I blink awake
just as the sky opens up
and the mania begins to fall like rain,
watering that fertile feeling called fear,
while fast becoming a twisting vine
tugging at my mind and heart.

There was a time
when an eighty-year-old
could walk across a road
easily avoiding all the cars.
But now the freeways are congested,
with so little space between
the endless streams of traffic.

Why all this movement?
And why am I drawn into it?
I can hear no music calling.
I can see no reason to join.

The too obvious truth
flashes before my eyes each day
and stuns me with its brutal clarity:
There can be no peace
where there is no pause.