Just static

Ground of being

Have you ever wondered – he says one Thursday night –
whether most of what we call life
is – actually –
just static?
Is day-to-day reality the popcorn at the movie
or the back-of-class giggling?
Is it the squeak in the trunk
or the clicking of the fridge?
Is it possible the news and the socials
and the jobs and the Dows
are the smears on the windows
or the half-time ads?
Have you ever considered
whether – most of it –
could be put in a box
and abandoned
while we step outside,
stand still
and allow the wind
to touch us?