Charles Bukowski: it's ours

it's ours

there is always that space there
just before they get to us
that space
that fine relaxer
the breather
while say
flopping on a bed
thinking of nothing
or say
pouring a glass of water from the
spigot
while entranced by
nothing


that 
gentle pure
space


centuries of
existence


say


just to scratch your neck
while looking out the window at
a bare branch


that space
there
before they get to us
ensures
that when they do
they won't 
get it all


ever.