say when

 

when diligence is a form of denial,

when diligence is too loud 

of an anticipatory drumroll,

when a deep inner breath to a sigh 

shatters the cardhouse constructed 

of ambience.

when an immediacy 

of next moment's thought

is calving off the icefield 

of long-thought deliberation,

when the hammering of a conclusion

rings out too loudly 

across the otherwise 

contemplative mind-field,

when the unexpected crumble of charcoal breakage in hand

during an intentional contact-stroke 

of touching the demonstrative sheet 

of understanding

alters the image eventually perceived,

when alert steals the in-depth awareness 

of broadstroke ambient auditory approaching,

when the acuity of focus 

pillages the soft gaze 

timidly embracing 

what looking skyward offers,

when a deep sigh surrenders the patience 

of a mind's constancy of attention,

when a strung hammock 

of thoughtform consideration

reaches a stall-point 

in its back and forth sways

as a deliverance 

to next thought's unexpected intrusion

and gravity is once again 

become evidently present

as the ambience delivered in overwhelm,

when a throat swallow is as much 

of a posture shift

as moving body balance 

from one leg to the other,

when the threading of the needle 

of awareness

has lost its eye-splitting focus

and once again initiates 

as a restart with a sigh,

and when the questions, brought from afar,

are nest-building to the point 

of clear-mind recognition,

what makes the pertinence of this moment

crest-fall into conclusion's rumble 

or wide-spread levitate into surmise?

who then, in witness,

relaxes into the fallback of audience 

away from the immediacy 

of participatory's subtle fury?

or becomes that which has fallen off 

the back end 

of this moment's flatbed truck 

of inquiry's momentum

and now lays there in disarray, 

in a field of dismantlement and passivity 

as broken wonder?

what makes the saying of this phrase,

'duly noted', an incomplete sentence, 

yet standing there tall, 

being silently said to oneself?

is it when the depth of a canyon 

is only then discovered to be 

the center of a surrounding mountain-rise 

in ever so close a circle-ascending,

as the embrace of the uninhabited,

just out of immediacy's breathy reach

but in actually, 

a surrender to a greater whole

then otherwise specified,

yet this is the acquiesce to a greater love 

then certitude can ever provide. 

for every bit of condensation 

into thoughtform

was once upon a time,

a tear initiated from someone's heart

yet even that, as identification, 

overstates the intimacy of this feel

while underestimating the richness 

of the whole

and yet bargaining for storylines 

cognitively spoken

to the mind of the child in each of us, 

as if while mother earth keeps reading on

and father time provides the evening light

so that eventually,

the sleep into oneness 

will come as slumber to us all . . .