What This, All This, Gives

is space
and time, finally
I've got my pulse on
its finger

So that
sitting meeting
hearing
this or that
complaint
you know
doing my job
I can collage (collapse?)
scene and setting
-reality-
into the collage

and suddenly
more space
better time
easier breathing

What friendship
lives
imagined here

I want to say
thank you now
even though
it's the season
where
just that repetition
also deadens

I can't help
spontaneity
happening
incliche
and
don't measure
things like I used to
anyway