the anticipation
and everybody waitin
a silence like white noise
all over every nation
still patient
head up but
wondering where the day's went

i've so many ways

in my hand
five threads
twisted

left with a choice
i'm tangled

we are found
in dark rooms
burning the afternoon's blossoms
in search of
dreamless sleep

we are found
livid
underwater
needing to breathe

we are found
heavy lifting
ones and zeros in sequence
weighted by quantity

we are found
reflected in mirrors
not really there

we are found
together
casting prismatics
making memories
without a blueprint
or recipe

we never gave up our certainty
the we were right where we left ourselves
even when faced
with all evidence to the
contrary

conduit self
how much will you bring in
to create a movement?

the only true freedom
comes at the cost of decay:
sacrifice makes a meal,
a meal makes a motion,
a motion grows
and the harvest is rich with echo.

reaper hand
sleeping spirit
ever-waking mouth

Opening a moon-shaped box
gold, deep blue crescent
the dried sage
frosted teal
and the butane lighter in my hand

Slowing the breath, slowing the breath
and the beads from around my neck
one at a time pinched softly thru fingers

meloncholy red coral
and water in a jar
making space between them to sit

the sun is beyond the hill
and there is no longer a rainbow
at the window

hushed heart beat
but no stillness
in my chest

waiting is made a game in the mind
it moves thru itself
in good humor
or out of habit
always taking me with it
when i'm caught unaware