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INFINITE


INFINITE

S.JENSEN © 2017

CLOSING MY EYES

HOLDING MY TEA MUG

THE SCENE CHANGES

ALL IN NEGATIVE FILM LIKE

I AM LOOKING

AT WATER

IN A CANOE OR SMALL BOAT

OF WOOD

WATCHING THE

WATER FLOW BY

A BIRD COMES OUT

OF A TREE

FLIES LOW

JUST IN FRONT OF

THE BOAT

WATCHING AS IT

GRACEFULLY GOES

INTO THE SKY

FLYING AWAY

SCENE CHANGES

AGAIN

WATCHING A PERSON

GRAB THEIR KEYS

FROM A SKULL HOLDER

AND RUSH

OUT THEIR SCREEN DOOR

GET IN A CAR

I CAN’T SEE BUT

HEAR THE ENGINE

AND DRIVING OFF

SCENE CHANGES AGAIN

AS A PERSON STANDS

THERE LOOKING AROUND

AND SUDDENLY

HER KIDS OF DIFFERENT

AGES COME UP

HUGGING HER

ONE BY ONE

AND THEY STAND THERE

AS SHE KNEELS INTO

THEIR ARMS

THE SCENE AGAIN

CHANGES

AS I AM NOW SMILING

LOOKING INTO

THE PLACES BELOW

WITH ALL THE

BUSY LIFE

DOWN ON THE STREET

ITS SO ALIVE

AND

THE SUN IS RISING HIGHER

IN THE SKY

AND SOMEONE

IS SITTING AT

A SMALL TABLE

DRINKING COFFEE

AND PUTS IT DOWN

AS ANOTHER

PERSON

COMES BEHIND THEM

KISSING THEM

ANOTHER SCENE

SOMEONE IS READING

A NEWSPAPER AND

STARTS FOLDING

AS THEY STAND UP

TO WALK AWAY

WHEN SOMEONE COMES

RUNNING UP

TO THEM

HUGGING THEM

AND THEY WALK

OFF TOGETHER

BACK IN MY CHAIR

I REACH OUT

MY HAND TO THE SCENE

FORMED IN MY

MIND FROM MY PAST

AS I SAY GOODBYE

TO MY SISTER

GETTING IN HER

CAR

TO LEAVE

ON THE LAST DAY

I SAW HER ALIVE

I OPEN MY EYES

AND SIP MY TEA

MOVING THE

WOOL SHEEP COAT

FROM MY LEGS

AND LOOK OUT THE

WINDOW

SIGHING

I PUT MY MUG

DOWN

AND LISTEN

TO THE AMBIENT MIX

A CALM

REACHES OVER

MY BODY

AS I FEEL

EVERYTHING

ALL THE EMOTIONS

AND I AM ALRIGHT

NOW

AS I GET UP

I LIGHT THE INCENSE

AND THE SMELL

HITS MY NOSE

SO SERENE

CALM LIKE

BEFORE AN EYE

OF STORM COMING

AND GOING

I GO OPEN

THE WINDOW

CRACKING IT JUST A TAD

THE COOL

AUTUMN CRISP AIR

FLOWS IN

AND THERE IS A DAMPNESS

TO IT LIKE

RAIN IS FRESH

BUT NOT BEEN

RECENT

LIKE THE DAY BEFORE

OR NIGHT BEFORE

HAS A SWEET

AROMA

LIKE IT HINTS

FOR MORE TO COME

THE SKY IS

A WHITE GREY

SOLID

THE TREE LEAVES

SO FROZEN IN TIME

AS IF IN A

PHOTOGRAPH

WITH COLOURS

CHANGING

FROM VIVID GREENS

TO VARIED

YELLOWS

AND BROWNS

AND LIGHT GREENS

AROUND THE

EDGES

OF IT ALL

I SIT BACK DOWN

MUSIC STILL PLAYING

AND FINISH

MY TEA

LETTING THE MOMENT

RUSH OVER

IN TIME

AND SPACE

SO CARRY ME

AWAY

TO DREAMLAND

AGAIN

IN THE

INFINITE

SPACES

I SEE...


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