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  • Steady rain at six o’clock
    Night and mist conspiring


    Rounding the second circle out of seven on the drive to work.
    the road a glazy maze of broken light

    turning
    turning
    and suddenly
    nothing held
    the patterns fell away
    the sense, the veritas, gravity, the very Higgs Field
    whatever holds
    shifted, fluxed

    Heartbeat, breath, slowed
    in the flick - - - - swipe pass of the wiper
    The familiar sloughed away
    Only the strange remained

    Later, over a doubled coffee in the staff room
    Dealing with suitably familiar
    Leaks and paper jams
    the same old, same old litany of complaints
    I mentioned, oh so lightly,
    How odd it can feel
    In the rain and the dark
    Alone with reflections

    The committee of early risers
    All glanced up
    eyed me, nodded
    The clink of spoon in mug suddenly loud
    The hallway suddenly vast

    I know what you mean, said one

    Yeah, said the second, it’s like maybe you could be anywhere

    Funny how we always end up here, said the third
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