Life sneaks through parallel bars
awaiting awakenings; not of an embodiment
but of souls connecting you and me, strengthening bonds;
family and friends, it peeps through the windows
to admire common happenings yet uncommon;
butterflies skirting the waterfalls, undistinguished colors of
a rainbow, the silhouette of mountains shining in night foam,
refraining to die every season and  just die for once,
to understand the unfathomable beauty and magnificent
doings of nature, to build little by little of every moment
crossing by and not reserve chairs to sit paralyzed,
to hold and freeze dramatic awakenings of
summer of 1969.