take off your shoes.
Cool calm collected, mending stitches
Switching gears in Sanctuary
Save me from the trip
Closer to the second in my last hour
If theres anything more chilling
Than the warmth riding the breeze
My vote would have to go to those
Silences in between.
As if to let you know you’re not supported when you stop.
As if to take it slow but pick a pace that cannot drop.
With every new sung statement theres a watchful tender tone.
A lasting repetition of a story never told.
She’s gone again
It could only be her way.
And right when its accepted
She comes dancing through again.
Im nothing here beneath the vines
The roofless and the nest.
If nothings part of everything
Im happy having less.
While rushing to the finish line
While slackening the pace
Those at the end with drink and praise
Are surely worth the wait.
It seems a long time since we took the time to correspond
Thats probably more my own fault, though
You could have tried more often.
Assure me in the speckled gold
The tenderness untouched.
The pins race up the outside of the leg crossed on the top.
Teach me how to stay here while I move off far away
Call me back into the circle, to the centre, through the gates
And if I had a coin to spare I’d swap it for a wish
I wish a had a coin to spare for justice, poetic.
I wish I could go back there now. I’m worried what they’d think.
We chose to sit beside the circle. Decline to dive in.
Its going to be difficult.
You’re going to get wet.
Fears the faceless bubbles breaking softly overhead.
Justice lets it slide with a raw wrist and payment plan
The mother will instruct in words I’m yet to learn, but understand.
The sale that broke your heart turned your innocence to stone.
Now every K away he’s hoping leads him slowly home.
Back here, beside the rubble of the only brick house standing.
The bear you took with you to bed, for all your careful planning.
The circle seems to smile with all the tricks played by the light
The power in the space between, the stillness and the silence.
Monday 24 Sept, 2018