Originally posted in August 2011.
Eventually I do want to get home but for now,
I’m content to sit here in contemplation of this peach.
It’s a story all its own. The seed within is both past and future
while the flesh is the present, so wetly present.
It is all I want right now,
a solitary moment free of nostalgia and anticipation.
This sweet ball of interruption!
I reach for it and let the narrative go.