now we are just passengers
at best something, a shadow, comes within grasp
the music continues to play

on the rails the wagon proceeds
meditation had been such a true lesson
healing

the keys of the thumb piano
ring
a dance of light weights

iron fluttering about ankleted
there is almost no more feeling

soon the curtain yonder parts
yesterday we comprehended
crystal clarity

Selected byNolcha Fox
Image credit:isaac sloman
Robert Stastny

Robert wrote Portraits, a book of poetry. Now and then sentences (prose) come together. Painting has taken up space in his life. Music is something he may be doing more of.