On Writing

I think finally
I'm alone enough to wrap up these things
the 130 page book
the 120 page book
the thousands of words of stories
the swim upstream
the slapping of the space bar
this work takes so much space
lost gold bars of space
single bar stools of space
where you don't smile back at the woman
who saw you come in
you keep your eyes dreaming
vanishing away
into the pin point
where this progress is all that's left
this desperate watching
the spiritual vacuum
of non stimulation
and putting your back into a boulder
until you finally get it rolling down hill
usually when we're around 40.