All at Once

We can’t just keep
leeching the color.
As for the weekend,
let’s see what sticks.
Maybe bring a pause
or two into the equation.

Why do I feel
as though I’m always
exceeding my station?
Even in the face of such
overwhelming obscurity!
Even as the air packs
densely in the lungs.

A few more rungs up
is where things get interesting.
Whereas we calculable ones…

Hang on, I’m inconsolable.
Don’t take my word for it.
When the happening finally snaps,
you’ll know all at once.

-r. miller