Under the Pine Trees
I am here.
here, in such-and-such a place of the earth,
in such-and-such time of sun and moon,
in such-and-such a body.
Body. Useless bag of flesh.
lurking in the fridge
until eaten, gone bad, or tossed out.
I am here--
defined as not being there or everywhere--
defined as the hammock under the pine trees in thought,
defined as in a cubicle in body or fleshbag.
Time. This is the time,
the time that I should be doing something
that should change my life and alter my mind.
I do nothing.
You are not here, cannot be.
The spaces between atoms don't have enough room
for you. Neither does my heart.
It rests under the pine trees.