First there is this:
sentience
echoes of a pounding heart
un-asked for dread
looking to the sky for answers
one ear to the ground
a natural alliance
in intangible connections.
The amethyst
beneath distressed wood and chipping paint
stubborn in its design
Buddhist expressions
listening for enlightenment
the package of unity found
on this door step
inexplicably dissolves everything
into itself
Then the words:
your voice
sinks deep
like gravity as it applies to heat
and then a skipped space and:
walking that line
where the crack in the sidewalk nurtures your vibe
must have been something we were talking about whatever day it was. . .
Hidden designs lodged into our psyche
Others may have seen it before we did
but it's hard to say
and then:
I give you my voice
and we tiptoe around
what can't be said.
You watch me turn
this into a dance
& sigh reminiscent
And I talk lullabies
in hillbilly drawl.
Conversations long
to stretch themselves thin
Patience..
We pass each other
shift-work.
Stories and thoughts
become play time
I take over
and you catch some zzzz's.
How can this be?
and
How can it not?
final thoughts..
for tonight at least