What Rests Between the Atoms
by Notty Bumbo, 2015
What is not present is not necessarily absent,
The willows along the dry riverbed stare in despair,
Worry the rains may never return,
The winds of the high desert may never cease.
Insidious doubts creep in whenever they please.
These are all the ways in which we flee,
The outrage of wasted lives,
Wasted time as if time had value
Beyond the present instant.
The hounds of desire are heard across the night,
Small furry bipeds will drop from the trees,
Will pillage the future mercilessly.
The walls of complacency are the only real defense
Against ruin, against your aching heart.
Either forget everything,
Or feel the full weight of life
Without shame, without a thought for recompense.
All these things surround you in their alternate space.
Trust that your eyes alone are not sufficient
For the simple art of acceptance.