09 October 2008

room


in the small confined space of a moving car

i do not feel the confinement of a room

that i feel when i am sitting on a log in a field

after having biked twenty-one miles

and if then i say something like, "eventually everything feels like a room"

i don't mean how it is on your hand when you touch it

or the part of my neck that is commonly referred to as the throat

i mean something like, "i am vulnerable and i feel that i am"

because the world is either something like a warm place

where the people are kind and you can do whatever you want

or the world is something long and round like a log

so that maybe it is actually a log

like how if this room is a metaphor for life

it's only because we are always in it

when i get tired of thinking

i draw a picture in the dirt and say,

instead of thinking about the world i drew this picture in the dirt

and when i look up again i think, "eventually everything feels like a room"

like how if i am sitting on a log in a field

then the woods over there are one wall

it's not that i feel confined by reality

but that the whole world is just a room

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