Or
is it, I am.
just be;
Who I am
who am I
&
where am I going?
Drifting toward the middle
of the page passing and running
on in sentences started on some previous
pages turning over
as each morning creeps
closer to sunlight &
Warmth
Out here a tower of salt
eroding and recaptured by the
surf rolling back out and now a part
the whole larger than imagining
Comprehension of here
& now
less than
flowing, a river of
feeling
flash bulb moments sparking through
closed eyes and allowing
senses
unpolished and unrestrained
unpracticed and wobbly
Legs though, strong
& planted, though
not rooted to
anyplace/time
only self seeking
an other
and found through
providence
at which
these lines
intersected at just
a moment
it flashed by;
a star paraboling
and we both
grabbed it &
each other
& who knows
any more than
wherever we are
going
we are
together
& wherever
matters much
less than
we, ever.
