This Morning’s Journey

THIS MORNING’S JOURNEY

by

Kelvin M. Knight

In the mornings

revving to go.

Minds full of ideas

bodies full of fuel.

Go, go, go!

 

Soulful birdsong ignored

inside gardens

outside hedgerows;

empty songs filling

these swollen headphones.

 

Cars racing along narrow lanes

headlights bouncing over sleeping policemen

wheels screaming, ‘Are we there yet?’

 

Newspaper-gazing pedestrians

phones juggling from ear to ear.

Pushbikes weaving

thread after thread

of their own:

legs pumping

fists jumping

modern tapestries

unknown.

 

Then

fresh on this pavement

a snail’s tyre track.

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Then

another snail

another tyre track

again and again

until I see.

 

I see their stillness becoming mine;

I feel this silence infiltrating me.

 

This silence

this stillness

I fear

because I am

I am

a human doing

not a human being

doing always doing

rather than being

just being

really being.

Here.

Now.

 

Now

in this silence.

Now

in this stillness

lost and found

in this here and now.

Found and lost

in this presence.

 

A presence abiding in love.

A love abiding in us

in all of us

in me.

 

Even me.

 

This silence

this stillness

this love

this God-given purpose

burning tyre tracks

inside me.

 

(186 words)