The mind can wander here, so it does,
as if it needed permission to let itself
become distracted, lazy.
Time doesn't stop - it's amplified.
The perpetual busyness and bustle
is different, but it's here, too,
and it pushes against the edges and
forces itself onto the shores like any
productive corporate core.
Mindless chitter-chatter and mating calls
compete for airspace.
Both my fingertips and the air: lilac:
the pleasurable scent and familiar feeling
of numbness, the wind against my back.