I Am an Ing

I am an ing
a common or garden possible ing
sitting and thinking
shifting and drinking
singing and loving and weeding what’s growing
inging away the whole fucking day

Living is happening
everything’s changing
everything’s always inging
being and doing and toing and froing
loving and crying breathing and dying
stopping is ceasing to be an ing

I am an ing a potential ing
at the very very beginning
of knowing and feeling
and working at playing
to come to the understanding
that there’s nothing at all beyond the wall
but a ringing
          unending
                inging

Poem and painting by Rashid