when we speak we plant seeds flow from sounds ideas drawn into a pool inside a web of words do you can you say you reach upright into flowering hope up above lifting eyes to meet an emerald sky lighting up an internal heaven overhead or are you dragged down by sticky tar tendrils draining life force dragged down beneath the crust of dis- appointment dis- illusionment dis- connection along an electrical shock overwhelmed by the tidal flow of downtrodden cognitive wavelets flowing flowing internal emptying out into a darker night what was day before you disgorged your hollow internalizations of self pity onto sensitive organs primed to bloom what seeds fall upon warm soil unknowing fruits green and hard might mature into soft ripe tambourines shaking ringing ringing an absent song of peace and what might have been a weighted groan of borne burdens becomes instead an exhalation striped by day's bright promise and a nod with a hidden embrace for what you brought that i couldn't myself bring today and with those words tomorrow tomorrow might myself bring to you.
August 21, 2023
