1:00 AM, 12/22/12
he thinks, watching the buddha
silhouette the balcony
soft & unperturbed — he thinks
that he is almost disappointed.
solstice halfmoon, night
still spinning in the face of heaven.
the nothing that never was.
foolish, yes, but he wondered
what it would be like
to disembody, to be
weightless at long last.
he will wake again later,
morning in its habitual
repose along the wall,
stretch sleepworn muscles
against the same faded sheets
as downstairs the cats,
who never once considered
the world was about to end,
gather around their bowls.
Cadence Collective: Long Beach Poets 