With the sound of my own heart beating in my ears I lay down to catch some sleep.
Complicated and beautiful when in memory.
I try convincing myself it's almost the same as a minute ago. I don't know if you do that, too.
The central air is off
the windows are open to an ocean breeze and the smell of rain the cars swishing by on main st.
and in the distance
I hear a train horn faintly
coming at me louder
now
and the rumble and vibrations
as it passes
and nothing happened
except I got up to write this.
going to miss those trains
when I was a kid my bedroom window was three feet from Pulaski Highway
the trucks would roar by all night the windows would rattle and I would sleep like a baby through it all
but in the summers I spent in the country
I would toss and turn at night till I got used to the sound of bugs and the peace and quiet
The bear so hard of hearing
that TV on from morning till night
blasting
a good time to work on a Zen practice or get ear plugs.
But on theupside I will be able to see the night sky again
You ever get used to seeing the same ceiling over your bed and think about it after you have movedI try convincing myself it's almost the same as a minute ago. I don't know if you do that, too.
A new ceiling to wake up to.
That will take some getting used to.
no nothing changing for me minute to minute
just this text box which keeps on scrolling away