David Taylor - Alone

Stretched taught between two buildings,
a two dimensional tightrope defined the daily journey
two and fro between heart and mind.
One place called home and the other work,
both familiar facades lacking the yearned for depth
with an unremitting dimension of ticking clocks
at each and every point; seeming pointless.

The bar that balanced his journey
and kept him upright,
a kind of devotion to which he tightly grasped.
Keeping his balance
as winds of change and chance
sought to overturn the precarious footsteps.
But of what value in the strongest wind
when he knew that bar would simply magnify
the compelling forces of nature.

Where then to take refuge?
For behind facades is little shelter.
The ground far below called out
with a constant cry of stability,
each stone fabricated
from pages of self help books,
but hid in mists of complications.

His eyes turned to the sky,
unformed clouds hid invisibly
in a clear autumnal vault
and the bright sun blinded his sight.
A crescent silver moon haunted the vista
with a dim ephemeral smile
which hinted at impending darkness.

He turned inwards knowing no other place
in which he might find respite.
Facades melted and the ground coalesced
into a vast pool of shimmering wateriness
absorbing all forms and thoughts.

The beginning, the end and the middle
converged on a single point which became all,
and with the cessation of becoming
tension lost its place to reside.

As he watched, centered without viewpoint
the next step unfolded
in his unmoving presence;
alone.

David Taylor

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