on dynamism
he blinked and saw the first quarter of the year gone. as weeks flew past by him, he felt like a man on a platform, watching trains and passengers come and go. eventually, some passerby strikes up a conversation, mais hélas it cannot last, as this new-found friend’s departure is as unexpected as the arrival. and so he continues to stand there, still, statue-like, and yet, restless. why is he not moving? what keeps him there? could he be waiting for something? for someone? for how much longer?
and so, weeks keep flying past by him.
© je gutiérrez chávez, on dynamism, lisboa 2008.
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