justwrite 21 february

when I look at this picture a twitch in the fissure the confusion of the fusion that draws us together sketches us stretches our patience our balance our abilities we see these trees and those colors that autumn folding into the sky there are mountains but we are high and we see and cannot be seen we are looking out and also in I can see you the back of your head threaded into the colors and the season the smell and the reasons are all clear we are not on our way somewhere else we are here we are seeing and not just looking we are not living on a shelf sticking to the highway the track the collapsing map hurrying toward a destination there is only fascination in the process and the results are as yet unclear how to steer toward the sky how to aim into the blue fading in and out of distance the mountains and the sky the rivers twined in between and the streams trickling down to keep us watered to strengthen our roots while we fly I didn’t think I’d pull over but maybe this time and maybe a little walk and then the view and I see it and I see you and I can tell the sounds from the wind will spin together that faraway traffic into our future but for now we are balanced we are separate together we are only steps from each other with ginger and honey mouths and fingers fit together instead of gloves in this weather we have love and we are warm