Collective Unrest

 

Sitting Zazen on the Downtown 4 Train

May 23, 2019

Wherever you are in your
small corner, there is a
train rolling through you
carrying all the beings who

have ever loved the dull
colors of something or
someone to life. And

though the walls of your
room may be worn and
thick with neglect, if

you stretch this moment

so thin

that the enemy in your head
can’t whisper,

you may feel the cars
of this train speed through
all the empty stations you
have ever known,

so much so

that when you glance
at the strangers who pass
through this dim and
icy morning,

the deepest tints
and hues within you
start to vibrate,

you detect

the secret sound
the world makes

when it speaks all
its languages at once.

 

 

Claudine Nash is a psychologist and award-winning poet whose collections include The Wild Essential (Kelsay Books, 2017), Parts per Trillion (Aldrich Press, 2016) and the chapbook The Problem with Loving Ghosts (Finishing Line Press, 2014).  Her work has received Pushcart Prize nominations and has appeared in a wide range of magazines and anthologies including Asimov’s Science Fiction, BlazeVOX, Cloudbank, Haight Ashbury Literary Journal, and Dime Show Review. Website:
www.claudinenashpoetry.com. “Sitting Zazen on the Downtown 4 Train” was previously published in The MOON magazine.

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