I want you to follow yourself
and be with me (anonymous)
It is folly to take credit for
… anything.
madness often manages to be just a little bit
beautiful –
A glint caught
by the eye
of the rabbit caught mine –
a white flash,
color wash,
blur I chased
to ask,
why the tear(?)
couldn’t catch it – down the hole
disappeared.
time is a blind guide.
weaping is always relevant.
gaze in
to any animal’s gaze – something
familiar and also, something
we can’t know
- just like looking into one’s own mind.
And that, alice, is your
looking glass.
true hunger.
torches.
a page of swords.
regenerative fire.
confinement.
beautiful rows of glowing hay bales.
redredsun with a soft light.
burning leaves and forest wood rebirthed in dusk strata.
easy to fall through and land
in love
in the sky
of your eyes
looking up
through heats
downpour, so opaque
and bright.
do not leave me.
not yet.
unhealed bends where wind warped
wheels spin off center
yarn that smells of salt and thyme knitted
into drop stitched scarf to keep the wind where
it ought to be and that is
of course
exactly
wherever it is.
strong
this back, this heart
- graceful
my wrist,
and neck
- crooked
my clarity,
- vast my flickering
equanimity.
what would you and i have become
if we had just happened
as an ‘us’
on its own
– the way bells
meet in the wind …
whispered under breath and into my hair:
love has nothing to do with the here and now
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