There Are No Nouns

Only verbs.

Nothing is static.

Everything we think

a thing

is on its way to becoming

something else.


ad infinitum.

Forever bubbling up

from a well too deep

to ever reach.

So, what?

So, now we get to choose

to take notice

or not.

Mostly not.

Mostly we choose

to stay asleep,'

lost in thought.

Our lives take the shape

of one long


But if we can


And catch ourselves

captured by thought,

drifting away on that

recursive stream –

and if we do


For only a moment today,

we get to wake up

to that blissful place

where all the verbs

come out to