at times, the
  urge to give in, to
possess the incendiary second wind
          
erupts like a vice

we need more simple things
   the kind that quietly persuade
   us full of earth and sky

reciprocal patter, the rain and window
     gather resolve, together birth a drop

to swell down and
join the others

I remember when life was all about
    soft edges and incandescence

        ( subtle timbres that echo )
         (                                          )
           (                                      )

until that stillness shattered with the
      blunt force of
            thirty thousand wandering souls
                              scurrying back to safety in their
                              respective books

it's not often my thoughts stop
     whispering like hummingbird wings
     flitting in and around and out to you

only for a moment and I am once again reminded
             why you continue to impress me
              
         (it's the way you know so much
         and use that to learn more)

Lonely stars, glance up from your
pitted earth and marvel at the
humans of empty space

"how many are there?"

"trillions."

Humble whisper caught in
lazy waters, free yourself

that you may pass by tomorrow
from peace into motion

I crafted a painting to
hang on that wall of yours

Someday you'll take it down
and think of me