pretend

you said,
sometimes are perfect
we roll in the tide of just
living limited times
what’s left over after so many
leaping over the edge
rises how many feet
dangling in the ocean
of sky blue, below
or is it above
the inky darkness of
unknowing is as likely as
unliving;

there is no undoing

it continues to unravel

or maybe, we unspool

a wondrous tangle of the 

most brilliant colors

you feel as much as

can you even see them anymore

has it all gone bluegreygreen again

is impossible

home is never a place to go

back to front I’m never sure

which direction to pull out

of this spinning earth

and the glance of a forever

some are

just that, knowing acceptance of

understanding

the golden glow of late afternoon

and late summer

in this transition the same

hearts, but

each beat knowing the countless previous

as only

necessary memory; the pathway

to nowhere, but 

here a monolith

weathering and sunfading

warm thoughts in places so often

hiding from the solar 

storms exchanged for 

familiar blankets hold us

warm and safe no matter how

worn