some days you have to expand
explain
in detail
your position
today isn't one of thoses days
it's
the other kind
where there isn't a thought
in your head
in your heart
could it be peace
more likely
the vacuum pocket
aside a diesel rig
hugging close to the rocketing
bouncing
passage of time
either way it's quiet
and windless
you can hear the brake connections
and safety chains sing
like thin delicate windchimes
hear the whipsong
a few feet away
outside of the pocket
but here it is quiet
windless
fleeting
unnatural
peaceful
Nat Z. Punx
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/not-every-day-is-fit-for-terse/
