(Written in 2010 but no less true today)
Like towering leaves of grass
each experience overwhelms,
requires every moving quark,
desires full complicity
and totally inhabits
my most laserlike attentions.
I am nervous to have run
so far from my familiar,
never free to even raise
my thumb to take my measure,
think of cats in boxes,
or stack myself for treasure.
At my first chance I quickly try
to sit and watch and think
to find that I just cannot do it,
slow the red to pink.
Greet it as it comes
and on my feet with jubilation,
time expanding with the sense
of total saturation,
lost completely to myself
until the game is called.
After all, this is the point.
Play until you fall.
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