There must be trillions of us with the same inclination to wake
wandering through the night
mulling over events, making plans
thinking
panning for gold within the special silence of cities that never truly sleep
only keep on at a different rhythm than the daytime pace
There are
whole armies of cleaners and watchers
service workers of every kind
doctors and nurses toiling right now at their tasks
taxi drivers on regular fourteen hour shifts
train and bus personnel
truckers hauling all the things we think we need
back and forth
crossing every land route.
Pilots are soaring above us, ships plod through the waters
that electrical hum of energy transfers surrounds us
from factories doing twenty-four-seven
just to keep from sinking in the tidal floods of economic collapse
Is it not wonderful that some still find the energy for poetry, for dance, for play
amazing
that this has been so for all recorded time
people caring for one another responding to beauty loving their lives
Life wants to live
Doesn't it take your breath away
Doesn't it send shivers through your bones
Isn't it almost unbearable
to let it all in
make room for everything and everyone
Leave space in between
for what we can not see
is so vast
'infinity' is insufficiently descriptive.
Here is where silence is a useful practice
surrender becomes a skillful means
and happiness
the habit that might be chosen
