Still

Through a broken looking glass, darkly, I glimpse sometimes  a harried someone flying past, frantic as a white rabbit  fretting over a pocketwatch, seizing onto shards of self-importance and sometimes  microscopic broken bits of meaningfulness. She hastens by, Archimedes-like, panting labored breaths of  “Eureka! I have found it!” Weighed willingly down by these ever-dense  playContinue reading “Still”