can I have my attention

what attention asks of itself is,

wanting want,

being be,

and doing do,

as the what, the who and the how.

is this mindfulness having residence,

as existence, function and historied?

well then,

is this the life of an experience junkie,

writer, reader and audience as one?

take my words, 

from the ink my mind.

take my eyes, 

from the sight of the page.

and take my ears, 

from the room of my listening.

is my attention then,

just a form of distraction?

my mindfulness has emotional yearnings 

to leave my cognitive home . . .