underneath the fragile lightness
of this cold icy shell,
carry's on, life.
its cracks,
ready to be absorbed
by the world at work,
below its crispy layers of protection.
like most outer layers,
shells shield the being beneath.
yet as its cracks run shallow,
true nature
wants the inside out,
and the outside in.
And life waits patiently,
to absorb and dismantle,
when the seasons change.
to let being, live again.
Wednesday, June 27, 2012
the space in between
My body stands in the in-between
of two distant worlds,
that bump at my sides
but never collide,
and only squeeze my insides. Neither belong to me,
or hold me deep. The one I try to let go
is familiar and forgotten,
small remnants
of a past life
exist in unsupervised moments. The one that strays from my grasp
is unknown and runs deep,
casts shadows and rays,
reaching to pinch a not too distant future. My present world exists
to wander back and forth between both,
a safe place to manufacture scenarios
of insights, hindsight’s and foresight's. Their safety means nothing and everything,
as I inch forward
to mold a new model of me,
before the next cast is broken.
where we began
stale air pushed
through ceiling fans,
breaths life into me.
music like molasses above our heads,
drips onto private courtyards
to sweeten ice tea
innocent streets
awakened in mid afternoon
by shadows of giants
and dancing ice cubes
soul foods waft through filigrees
and find home on blank paper
until plates are empty and canvases full
with our thoughts and dreams
our time to savor
we let the air stand still
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