Attempt 2
When you relax your attitude and your brain, maybe if you're a bit hung over or preoccupied, and fall into a vacant kind of observation, between looking and absorbing, realize you can become available. A porous unattached openness. Resign yourself to the fact you're hungover or preoccupied. No matter what plans you have, you'll glide there. This can be calm; don't let the other attitude in. Get over it. Waiting, like falling, contains its own pleasures. A state of grace to carry you around the place. Or to carry the place around you. You can be still. Ignore any instructions that suggest some kind of good use of the time. Ignore the oxford dictionary and its tyranny. Take your brain and your hands and fingertips and glazed eyes outside into the bright sun. All of your sensors are on in an off kind of way. Or take your lover out there too and use their sensors instead of yours. Look at the pavement. Enjoy its dullness. Understand that it’s a total miracle. Proceed with the sun on your neck. In your preoccupation, fail to eat, forget water, fail to understand the day. Change the colour of your lipstick because you want to match the road sign. Red lips, white shirt, black shoes. It charmed you. Very slowly press each button on an ATM to acquire a twenty pound note. Fold it neatly in your book. Understand it's time to go inside somewhere and drink something cold. Don't cave-in to any understanding. Keep a slackness to your movements.