Detachment

I've often thought of detachment as not caring.

My understanding of it
however,
in this dark and quiet place
is different.

Instead of feeling satisfied with how I am
and you are,
I see no differences there.
This is greater than both of us being 'okay'.

Instead, this positioning,
of you and me
this and that,
seems arbitrary;
as constructed as my defenses
which placed them there
and keep them available.

On stillness

Sitting in the living room,

in front of a television with no sound on,

or more correctly,

muted,

I am aware of how quiet it is.

There is also a stillness in me.

I had planned on this small period of time

to be this way,

to allow me the greatest possible chance to access what was inside,

underneath all of the chattering.

I had planned on it,

but didn't foresee the peace that I would feel

in me,

and in the world 

this minute.

Though I had foreseen thinking about visual art,

words,

typed as they are here,

were obviously what I needed to capture

this feeling, 

and moment,

right now

or forever.