An Afternoon
By: Tony Walt
I am doing nothing
at the pool today
clouds drowsing above
someone is bombing cities
someone is screaming in traffic
someone is stuck in a broken elevator
I scratch my belly and
feel the butter warmth of
the sun on my shoulders
I am without the noise
of any language, and away
from the toil of habit
I am away from the dotting of i’s
and the crossing of t’s that have
become each day after day
I would ask you to stay still
as if you were absent from yourself
and you hear me from a distance
and now be silent, for a while,
just breathe in for 3 seconds
now breathe out for 3 seconds
Keep breathing
and I will do the same
I will now close my eyes, and
lie here with only the sound of
the bees in the grass
and you will stay quiet
and I will do nothing
and you will understand
the meaning of my escape.