impermanent wave

this was here to see what it looked like and would later be replaced by something else

Something like this:

I’ve let go and I’m watching a oversized shoe filled with the helium of 9 performances as it struggles with a downdraft and then catches a breeze that takes it higher and higher and not so much like a Macy’s day parade balloon but more like a shoe, an upside down shoe that floats and bobs and delivers heaves and bursts of gas and wonders through the catalog and sags but then takes to the sky while I watch thinking of all the details that will fill it and now sail away as I watch.

Now listen to me, take my word for it: one day you’ll reach the middle of your life and wonder how it all went by so fast. And wonder why there isn’t more already.

There are wave clouds, the current above at a different speed with less resistance than the current below; ocean waves, I am told they are pulled by the moon; and there are waves formed in the snow as the freeze winds whip a moment into mass.

I am seeing the hand, it is raised on the end of an arm. My friend’s child says bye-bye and my friend says it means hello.

One day, you will realize that you’ve already arrived, in fact that you have been here all along.