There is a space between a thing and the thing;
buoyant, ethereal, no handles,
even sound hovers.
Think flow
think view out of a moving train between cities,
the dry raw in between places,
the cut-through highway
meant to get you there
through places
no one would purposely go.

This is ambient music.
This is untracked night winds.
This is plants without fertilization.
This is birth control before complaint.
This is meditation without purpose
breath
without purpose
still morning skies after workers
are installed
neatly in compartments.

A solitary twig crack is a reminder
that you are here
in the flow
here
refusing to cling
here.

CATHYANN is an ocean-loving beat poet of illumination. Born in New England she transplanted herself to California where she has lived for the past 39 years.