From oct 11 2017
Rough Draft #1
What does it mean to behave?
Who do I behave for?
Wild thing.
Birds speaking outside the wind's prediction.
Between 10am and 12:30pm I address the tasks before me.
Methodical.
Scientists say the brain does not multitask. There is only one thing at a time. Focus.
But I can still glide.
8:30am I passed a yoga studio sign with a quote,
" you don't have to see the whole staircase, just take the first step"
Between 12:30 & 1:30 I am free to behave
like a poet.
It doesn't mean I am one.
Rather I am allowed, and I choose to try
To behave on the behalf of the seduction of tangents
The flutist making art from the air that's always already there
No forks were there. He said the forks were hidden behind the counter for lack of a better phrase because people sneakily steal them
Them & the bounds of breath
for a swimmer
for the meditator
for the stressed
She was a playwright with no more financial stress, finally awarded
a ward where yayoi kusama lives
painting dots out of negative space
One thing at a time. A dot.
A chaos. A picture. Polka dot. A pattern.
For this hour I let myself behave
On behalf of
on no behalf.