Here I Remain

I sit and I take out my book, as if to begin reading.  I can not; too distracted am I by the life the endless motion stream flow moving by.  People — persons, everywhere.  Of so many skins and hairs and lives and voices and oh to be able to sit here so engulfed in it all exhausted though I be I feel the pull of sleep and seconds are granted it before a rush awakening – it is not safe here, active as it may be.  I have with me my bad my precious belongings my work my world my life too dire to lose.

So here I rest here I remain on this curb national film board to my back and night rapidly approaching.  Here I rest, here I wait.

Here I remain.