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Comfort happens

at random times

By Jayne Harnett-HargrovePublished 3 years ago Updated 3 years ago 2 min read

Comfort happens

at random times

not as a describing word

but as a surprise

in the tiniest moments that reach

a backdoor when something else

is absent

beyond the fog of reasonable doubt

continuing to gather

a hallucination surfaces

as a child

asking for a miracle

I confess to her

that I do not have one

not a lie exactly

I’m wondering what one is

…..

For a moment I may loudly ignore

the ones who are walking up

to take my place in line

to protest for the greater good

relieved that my taxes

are going to help student loans

while I can pretend

monies are not going to the armed forces

for sons killing other mothers sons

as a breathless sighing planet

looks the other way

with an agenda that does not include us

at all

+ within all that breath

I wake in the morning opening my eyes

into the human condition

prolonging sweet solipsism

expanding the moment as long as possible

believing this instant will roll into a day

nothing more

possibly less

solace of a Siren’s lulling in one ear

+ on the other hand a killing love

undercutting the ebb of disporting flow

of feeling so very good about everything

that I JUST KNOW

I'm forgetting something

so crucial in my little life

that if I continue to ignore it

I’ll be doomed before night fall

…..

For in this Forer world

of ebb + flow

sometimes in a second

sometimes a decade or two

will continue wherever I stand

+ watching from here or on another fence

it is comforting to know that my own little tiny universe

where I make dents that never heal

start projects that no one will ever ever finish

randomly sequencial

modified laterally

will find a way

deep into this earth of outer limits

…..

The consolation of sleep

a flavor of succor

will again once more creep in blissfully

+ sit throughout the night

bringing the worries that will not transform

outcomes that will not reconcile

the moment I find myself

running into a chair filled room

+ hear an announcement of

the pillow test

-Today you will either sleep or take the test

But sooner or later

You will have to take the test-

presently, the bell rings

+ everyone leaves as a new

group of students queue up

some wanting the test

others wanting pillows

…..

Again as daybreak does

consuming the numbing calm

an overwhelming thought

stares down an unblinkingly cat

of all time that has been

+ will be

in this vast nothingness,

I am astounded that we are

anything

anywhere

at any time

yet here we are

together

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