You who enter an interval
of time of space of music
letting the effort of generation
drop from your eyes and hands
who enter a valley, a gap
to let all interest drop
Who enter unaware
the empty space between events
remember from one who knows it well
that your state of trance
is like standing in traffic
which blurs and blurs the vision
as you want to cross to
subliminal glimpse

Take to yourself
the carelessness of simpletons
the stare of patient men gone dust blind
the limp persistence of water
the open handedness of a grid
the protective slant of prisons
the antiseptic of hospitals

Take these qualities to yourself
as you sit like me by the lake
watching the wind thread the waves to discard
They will help you to survive
these minor passage coming out
on the other side with no baggage
and eyes unaccustomed to the light