Questioning Conclusions

I asked you to walk me home one night, so many nights ago,
down a dirt path without lamps.

We took baby steps
to slow down the time
and you gestured towards
the center of the galaxy while freight trains whistled by.

I got distracted by the tired memory of shooting stars,
the sensation of mosquitoes kissing my arms,
and wondered if we’d ever really arrive.


About Alex Livingston

I'm smitten with the practice of equanimity, with its epic simplicity and the moments of calm that arrive daily. I'm an avid witness to breath, elated student of folks who don't call themselves teachers, and remember Georgia well.
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