I take the meaning behind movement and purposeful stillness, quite seriously.



I didn't raise my hand
When I took that writing class.
Maybe I don't need to
Say anything at all.

Maybe I can just
Sit here
And wait till I arrive
At my next stop

I think I can go
The whole way
Without making eye contact
- Or better yet

An uncomfortable conversation
About how depressing
My life has been
Since I lost my innocence.

What happens in between
The top and the bottom
Of a beer bottle

Can lead to a great metaphor
About glaciers
Or riding a bike.
But I can't decide
Between addressing
Our ability to adapt
Or our ability to suffer.
Jay CastroComment