Sometimes we have conversations 1
Sometimes we have the conversations
without ourselves for so long that we
have a lake to cross just to get home.
We’ll dig for something meaningless
enough to scribble a note on, and wind up
with a will that becomes a receipt.
I’d like the music a little lower, you whisper
to the plants and draft from the window,.
They star past you and I feel their ire
at the dying light. We’ll brew a pot,
plant a candle in the moon, review the foot
prints leading to the conclusion,
consequently falling in love with the missing
steps that gave some room a chance
to breathe and us to breathe with it.