crawling along ever so fast,
measure of speed unrelated to how crooked legs slumped.
held a body above patterns reminiscent of Giacometti
remembering what was spoken
“you can watch the sunrise”
sodden air
the dark cannot decipher whether rain
or mist around our stature is fluffed as a waterbed,
clattering feet the rise and fall of elm grove.
mating calls, breaking air, a night that desired all but rest
the way things appear illusionary when the linear measure of rest
falls on the smaller spirit level,
sky burns brighter,
faces fade in and out of focus
kaleidoscopic.
which would assume less attention to detail would be paid,
yet a shift in focus beacons a deeper focus a juxtaposition in real “time”
the trees hands now waving,
excited at the prospect of your return
a symbiotic friendship,
kinship
an immeasurable bond.
between particles and what was thought of as time
breath a memory of what is to come
and what is truly life in full unravel
secrets in leaves,
sky brazen with promise,
laughter tells all so well akin to an agreed uttering.
the leaves whisper
becoming swallowed in expanse of all that ever was,
for a brief moment
pleasant to feel beautiful
euphoric to feel it has little to do with blinking eye.