j o h n  r o s

this way up ii
^{17 july 2006}

of the house.
finding words, moments — the finding — past shades of green to dark blue to light mixing at the tree line — horizon line — foundation — out and more.
crescent waves passing soundless roads — dust particles absent of sound too, attempting to make whispers in silence — in floating — billowing into morphing shapes of subtle placement playing in light and thought.
wind hitting ears like leaves, limbs, twigs — like water on water — crashing — sound on sound :: white on white.
sounds of loss subsided. promises of freedom, themselves revealed in the mystery of sounds of wind hitting the air softly, or the looming hums of the seafood truck humming through the weeds. cranking machinery, on and off — light and dark — free and absent.
lost in the woods, in the weeds with walls of trees and mountains containing screams, sounds — like missing fragments, skipping tracks, sights and sounds missing when smells awaken dreams of tomorrow; disguised, new and now — passing and present.
looking only of the moment. this moment of culminated time sitting restless in the breath of living, of life — waking, walking, absorbing and passing, like time, undocumented and unimportant.

(of this house. memories set back only seconds after they happen — seemingly vast, deep and fleeting timescapes, translucent only of the moment — as fleeting as now’s moment is persistent.)

this way up