These thoughts, voluptuous
and wholesome. This heart
runs a light line forward from its vertigo
to anchor in creation.

I’ve not outgrown make believe;
Long lingering in ideas not
as yet, made flesh. I imagine,
and all through my imagining,
a temperature that does not speak
to mercury.

Is it a huge emotion or small moment I will carry ever
with me - to find a Soul and safely shared
unspoken mantra - a few words to remind me of
Everything … call me to
just
love
more

what was left out, what fell down as the sky flipped over
restlessly, while I took my time drawing near and catching
what might have been dismissed as debris,
believing and speaking from there or just moving
from there
or just …

Just easy. How easy it is sometimes and I am so simple and simply and
sometimes the answer is just all about
loving, never mind the word. The word doesn’t go there,
but we
are there
already.