life's other mood

one morning
i found
the other side of life
like a hidden personality trait
of a friend
or
a rock on the beach
whose true color is dull
dry and on the bedside
table at home

that this was it
just it
there was no thrill
no climb
no chase
no end
no ecstasy
simply morning
and night
hours
and days
seasons
and years
life was not
a constant chase for bliss
actually no
life was stillness
and then limits
with its own will
stronger than mine
life was two long lovers
passing each other in the hallway
to the bathroom
two friends sitting in silence
for a lack of things to say
for all that we can do
to make it faster
stronger
bigger
more meaningful
sometimes
life just is