In the Midst (poem)

So smart

     with all of our

          big thoughts,

          lofty ideas,

          fancy words —

               all of those words. 

Then it

happens;

     the unexplainable,

     the inexplicable,

     the unimaginable

          and

               those thoughts,

               those ideas,

               those words

          are exposed 

          for what they

               always were,

          for what they

               always have been;

powerless,

     vapid,

          empty,

               void.

All that remains

is

     presence

          in the midst,

and that

is

     enough.

It has to be

     enough

for it is all

     that has ever

          been —

this presence

     of you,

     of me,

     of us

          in the midst.

  — bshivers