the coolness of untainted air

seeps deep into your lungs,

as glacial peaks and frozen lakes

become your ladder rungs,

reaching new heights - expanding your sight,

a horizon, soon undone,

with visible breath and stolen speech -

eye-level with the Sun.

some days you wake wondering what it all means.

some days you wake loving everything.

some days you wake - calling back to sleep.

some days you're guarded - some days...meek.

however you are - each day when you wake...

remember: you are - for goodness sake.

stones in the ocean -

jagged steps of sediment,

worn smooth by the waves.

break from the day to

mend all your fences,

sort out achievements,

and travel expenses.

you are a wonder.

your mode is persistence:

both, in times of peace -

and in times of resistance.

don’t stop believin.’

the record begins to play -

everyone’s singing.

warm hands fingerprinting crisp glass.
oscillating breaths -
between clear and opaque.
a calming condensation.
an understanding of balance.

your atoms collide

even as you sit - you are:

a mass potential

be like the seed:

fall to the ground…

and soil yourself.

this is the pathway to growth.

tiny hands grip tail

eyes bulging…”MEOW!” “MEOW!”

cat prays for swift death

be.

continue to be.

always be.

of a million strands of kite string - forming tornadoes through a heartbeat:

you release like a whisper - thin; but intentional.
you are a call to listen.
you are a prayer to red blood cells;
a promise of sounder sleep.
a comfortable thunder.

so send up your kites (no matter the weather).

erupt.

and rest among the whispers.

you spend your days among the graffiti:

under your bridge - shouting your expletives at an echo.

i'll spend my days walking right above you:

singing through a megaphone.

tryptophan and cream

gently whispering, “goodnight”

be even. be whole.

vice, vice, vice, vice, vice,

vice, vice vice, vice, vice, vice, vice,

vice, vice, vice - no guilt.