The Stars by Richard Tyler
I sat on a park bench yesterday looking at things and at people.
I noticed a lady walking somewhere as any normal person does with her feet moving forward, one step after another.
Then her feet slowed down and as I just began to look away my attention was caught by a strange thing.
She came to a stop, and looked toward the sky, then out in front of her, then back towards the sky.
She was still as though she had been interrupted from her very existence.
I had noticed this sort of thing happen before, even with myself.
There are moments when our mind escapes and goes to the stars.
In those moments the most important things are thought of.
Revelations are found, ideas take shape, truths are unveiled and just in that instant we are paralyzed and vulnerable to our own imagination.
For this instant alone we come out of our idiocy and become geniuses.
There is a great silence and we can feel the presence of clarity as it grabs us by the shoulders.
What does it mean?
No one knows except us, the fortunate victim.
I watched the ladies feet start to move forward again.
I can’t speak for the lady but only myself.
I‘d much rather remain in the stars.