Strangely, life becomes easier.
Time eases, taking up larger spaces,
Arms spread, with room to unfold
with Distances spanned by modern words
sent arrow-direct straight into a heart.
I like the open door into the window there without us
birds singing, fish swimming, air blowing, all there alone
Just like we are, eyes turned inward, wings spread open
to protect what yet we don’t know we’ve lost.
A mirror shows us, with its candle, and incense burning
and something more that only you do know
wordless heartfelt benthic rising
honors you and that which you don’t know
how to address, honors you back, somehow.