justwrite 26 august

in the space of toffee squares and incomparable skies we surprise ourselves with tongues hung rich with new words I’ve heard something before about the score and adding up but if my cup is to overflow it’s got to load up it’s got to show up every day and play a part with unrehearsed lines it’s fine to cobble stones and eat dinner alone but together is a different color the bread with butter and the finer winer diner liner notes quote richer melodies the frieze showing slow-paced haste in a shutterstop scene belongs only in a museum there is life and it is sweeter neater and a little messy too but it’s true that we can’t all be filmed in black and white the river of the night flows closer together the measures treasure each leaf each angle with the light just right and the flights are only temporary the scary pieces the catch and release is unsettling but there’s no mettling with what’s right what’s good and we should try to figure that out we should eat doubts with tortilla chips and on salty lips compare various chapters to come next the text pressed into service the book museum seeming to steam full ahead with the unread pages the stages with new flavors added the comfort a base the greens slipped in with freshfaced fancy a chance to take but the right life to live to forgive to swim to wander into the limelight and to bask bright and warm before the storm comes before the humdrum gets too loud the crumbs and the crowd of distractions can’t detract from simple facts the kind of life to live the kind of book to give attention to the full view barreling through the galleries filling with honey and a golden breeze we are trees but we are not planted we sway and we can dance we hang our branches with ornaments and give them to each other the soil the toil and all the steps in between the schedules the fretting the needles falling to the floor as stitching is more in the fingers than the thread instead of fear there are softer ears to turn toward wiser whispers a step away just today but not to stay so far not to disappear not to wear a weary-shouldered face giving chase to those worries hurrying them offstage and saving the good the right adding sunwater loveheat and oversimplified metaphors what’s more is understood and shouldn’t need to be repeated but it’s an uncompleted statement an ongoing invitation to continued precious tender yes saying yes there will be more to say to stay to play along the song continuing drifting through the dark windows and the light spreading music fresh and soft and warm over sleeping hearts