And where does life exist, really?
In the daily routines and rituals,
checklists and calendars and errands and shopping lists,
weekend classes, gym schedules, drop off and pick up, buy milk and groceries and bread.
time to meet friends and family, it is Diwali and then Christmas
In the chopping of vegetables and taking out of trash,
cooking and cleaning and dishes and laundry and lawn tasks.
In marking time on iPhones and paper desk calendars and Outlook.
Or in the endless time stretching infinitely in my mind, in my head,
Wondering where the waves go, the seas part, the wind drops, and the birds call out
Wondering about the horizon and the space it spans, the sky and the blue depths above and below.
the quiet beaches in my mind, miles of sand, not a soul around
thoughts arise and subside, the elements bearing witness to my endless ideas and imaginations,
and then it’s back to chopping vegetables again.
Is it in between, in both, nowhere?