People watching… Oh, how I relished in people watching from early on. I remember picking up things from following people around with my gaze whenever we were in large crowds. I have to admit, growing up as a Jehovah’s Witness really furnished me with many opportunities to do just that. Whether assembly, convention, memorial or public talk… every family outing was full of familiar unknown faces.
Faces that were soon added to my collection of shapes, sizes and structures that repeated in a varied, unique and rather universal pattern, and it fascinated me. I’m not fond of crowds, and prefer to avoid them at all cost, but every now and then when I have to be in crowds and I’m retreating into the depths of my own mind I love to look at people from a chasmic distance — Oh look… that almost reads like cosmic! [insert a giggle here]
Cosmic distance, I rather like that. It’s funny how no matter what I’m writing the poet in me likes to sneak in and take the wheel… Perhaps I should allow it, it might make it easier to flow towards the point I’ve decided to make with the title.
to be long
From the first cry belting from the belly of a newborn child
To the last breath drawn at the musty creaky old lungs of an elder one
At the heart of it all, is the pursuit, a relentless lurching towards what seems to lay beyond,
the yearning
the endless journey of the human soul the push and pull of life itself, that thing we call living
the newborn seeks to be longer safely enveloped within his mother’s sounds, smells and warmth
and the breath of the elder one crosses over to be one with ALL
and so at every stage in time, eternity itself, the One seeks
the One begs, The One negotiates, the One attempts, the one beckons
to buy, to own
belonging
Unbeknownst to the one seeking, when in the search he persists, endures and remains beyond the longest furthest point of being.
And so he shall be eternal.