justwrite 22 june

a crush on the lush air hovering between morning and sunset resting each finger on a feather flying forward into the other colors cradling each stage each page of the next book as long as it’s taken it’s mistakenly slow it’s easy to go on that way but to play other crowds listen to glistening proud glasses sweaty with excitement dripping down transparent walls there inside the drink of it all the call of the wilderness not to London not to jack not to counteract such suggestions but to take in all the lessons of a schoolbook mistook again rephrased repraised to fit the new paradigm early before the shift early enough for the lift of a new shoe to take you and me and everyone we know over the hill and through the snow the house we’re going to requires snowshoes but if you know me and I know you then it’s one hand to hold and a few more steps there we’ve leapt but no one’s looking booking the next flight an easier night to pass we are lasting through lunchtime and there are crimes to fit out to outfit we need more socks and locks and homonyms swimming each lap into luxury and the pond is now cleaner the berries now cherrier and we can all take a breath but just one just for fun and all the crumbs resettle into loaves the fishes to delicious to return to the water the otters too cracked up over oysters and clams ramming the batter and caking the pans waking the dams and spilling the water the fodder for new dreams we are weaving our own we are wishing for the rain to take a turn and for the play to be better rehearsed I would like to say something here for everyone to understand but it’s an impossible wish much less a demand and I am crammed headfull and earworn of what ought to be said and what had better be whispered in a silent room without an audience just letting it out and conserving doubt for a more worthy occasion though you’re wondering will I emblazon every draft of this summer’s craft in such vague meandering or am I perhaps preambling toward something worthy of introduction?