we draw maps to describe the unfathomable.
in this moment we are undefinable.

full

we find silence in the first slender arc of gold. breathes held in it's steady ascent. the simple opulance of reflection shimmering through the atmosphere.

you said: it's because we're spinning so fast. and we don't even feel it.
some miracles are so large that we overlook them.

we sat for a long time on that ridge. painting dreams against the night sky. me scrawling at the dirt, trying to capture the outline of this moment so i wouldn't forget it.

inside

I

untangling the threads i try to decipher exactly where our wires got crossed.

II
the heat drives us inwards. fanning ourselves lest flames appear. slipping meaning between the inhalations and exhalations of a distant star.

III

tea is a tonic for all things.
my emergent self reappears

as it goes by

these days of sun drawn long like bows. aimed at parched earth and soaked skin.

in cool comfort, entwined in cotton sheets. outlines retraced and boundries dissolving. i am confronted with the best and worst versions of myself. suspended between past and future; the present becomes a gift.

these vunerable places. entangled in memories and dreamings and soft sighs and shallow breaths. i imbibe all of my ambitions. slowly sip the certain change and remind myself that all things shift. sometimes impercetibly, like the wearing down of mountain to sand.

sifting

bathed in the skies of my childhood i revist old ground, sift through the remains of innocence. find something precious amidst the rubble.

redemption is a sweet sip and a small rush. a sudden current that signals the end of this and the beginning of that. i reclain small histories, greeting each one by name. content in the knowledge that they can't hurt me anymore.

cleansed

the year starts by washing the town.

sudden swelling of water across streets and pavements. we barely make it back to our beds. sparkling in the soft light of the first day of the next marking. time neatly cordened demarcating then and now.

i go through all the cycles, ride waves in solitude. stircrazy with waiting for the beginning to transpire.

wandering across wide open spaces and saltwater. my dreaming proficent in thirsting and conjuring and longing and such.