Undercurrent

Written March, 2010
Author: Parrish Ravelli
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Yesterday I saw the clouds
moving in a direction

that was perpendicular
from which I was facing.

It made me feel disconnected
from the world and it's revolution

And my thoughts, desires
At most,

Were a part of
a quiet undercurrent.

I sat and watched a father and son
Leave the grocery store

A gas station clerk pumping gas
In a customers truck

A homeless man with 12" x 18"
of cardboard to tell his life's story.

I went and saw my nephew.
He recently learned

How to stand up
From a sitting position,

Something that I will always admire.
I cannot help but think

There is no perpendicular direction
As there is no one direction

From which we measure our progress.
There is no measurement

That defines both me and you.
There is, however, and perpetually,

True satisfaction, Grace,
And contribution to the world.

All of which I find
When I look at the clouds.