This Is An Exercise In Words – ReubenRock.com

“I’ve never forgotten all our yesterdays. I’m lucky if we’re speaking on holidays.”

Worlds apart.

I sit. Motionless. Speechless. Thoughtless, if I could.

I fixate on one tiny detail this world has to offer. A leaf or a crack in the asphalt.

I feel the world spinning slower and slower. More slowly until it almost stops. For a brief second it almost comes to a halt.

A breath.

By the second inhale, sound rises up like deafened ears awakened in the midst of war. Every insecurity, fear, anxiety. All of it swirls back into the foreground. Dims the sunlight. Obscures the sky. I can’t see beyond any of it.

Except for in that one small moment. Where I can see that detail. And I know the world is still there beneath me.

We make resolutions. We resolve. But what has really been resolved? Three hundred plus days and nights, warped and bent from sips and servers laid out like landscape mode. A portrait of professional self-pity. I loathe neckties wrapped loosely about wrists and bedposts.

We resolve to reverse course. Like champagne corks are revelations. Or provide restitution. Or restoration from a bruised and battered year of abuse and excess.

Watch us make and break these resolutions, like another revolution in the natural rhythm of a sick affair carried out between fresh linens and friends and lovers of friends.

Resolve this: to seek clarity. A rarity in these days of fast gratification.

Seek clarity.