I imagine Hemingway sitting
Back unsatisfied at satisfaction
Contemplating appearing versus
Being and the gravity of inaction,
Thinking that his whole life
He may have been just one
Head-tilt away from Nirvanna,
That subtle instance when one
Lapses into a state of awareness,
And not for the trying--the appearance
Of one's own inner viewer,
The one that is not so much
Directing the hand anymore, so
As to direct the magnitude.

It would be enough for anyone to see
One's self smile, but it is only a few who catch
The smile
already on their lips.

05/22/2020

Posted on 05/22/2020
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