it is nothing I could begin to say to you for it came to be without words without sound but not quiet
it was with the sound of something as you look upon it The hum of tiny waves shadow not shadow and the space beneath, that is to say, between
life without a need to be without purpose, failure and not failure so close together because (finally I saw) they are not separate
it was steps that unfolded to infinity around the block and around again (sic transit gloria mundi) it was arms swinging like pendulums past ribcage clock faces waving away the concept of time In this small corner of the world it was saying thank you for handing me over to solitude and meaning it dying in order to let me heal you it was following the jet trails with fingertips touching them like you taught me to it was letting the poetry come in and pass through and move off not holding it in, anymore When I learned for the first time, to write. it was when I heard something behind me it was I am. it was when I drove on the freeway and the cloud broke and we passed out into the sunlight at 67 miles per hour, even though I was alone when I was disturbed with the thought today (dei gratia) I am happy to be alive.
Green was your favorite color.
though one day I tarried too far and I never came home, always I carried your heart married deep in my own. for my starlight