seemingly inexhaustible sophistication of awareness

Just sitting around smoking, drinking, and telling stories, 

the news, making plans, analyzing, approaching the cessation 

of personality, the single personality understands its demise. 

Experience of the simultaneity of all human beings on this planet, 

alive when you are alive. This seemingly inexhaustible 

sophistication of awareness becomes relentless and horrible, 

trapped. How am I ever going to learn enough to get out. 

 

The beautiful soft and lingering props of the Pacific here. 

 

                                                The back door bangs 

                        So we’ve made a place to live 

        here in the greened out 70s 

                                        Trying to talk in the Tremulous 

                                morality of the present 

                        Great Breath, I give you, Great Breath! 

 

[Joanne Kyger {1934-2017} 'And With March a Decade in Bolinas', from A Book of Luminous Things: An international anthology of poetry, edited by Czeslaw Milosz]