seconds

in the swallows we gulp
as, grasping, we cannot gather our selves

and where was our solidarity when, before, we'd stand?
were we even standing, before, when we ran?

who knows of this existence that catches us
and carries us
to distances we've never rathered

who knows of this reality that shakes us
and quakes us
to a sustenance we'd never experienced

before
be for
this, existence

when did we stop existing?
where did we lose our selves?
at what moment in time prior did we be come blind?

at one point i saw
or, i believed
but years i have been
and, now,
i know not where i be

so, silently, i step
for ward
cautious
quiet
observing
preserving
waiting

for, for...
this moment
this reality
this present where i exist completely

and, truly, that is all there is to : me