a simple narrative
unwilling to wind its way
from my head to hand
as i ruminate over the
lifetime in days counted
across this brief span of time
in which my
mind was willing to
release held constructs–
massive monuments to memory
carefully created and tended
through years, in quiet rooms
hidden in attics and basements
and open myself to you.
the gentle beauty in your
crooked smile and searching eyes–
a deeply held wisdom moving
through your hands– an
awareness of the infinite
bordered by buildings.
sinking deeply into the protection
offered by your careful arms–
i wind my way into and
around the small boy and
capable man housed within
the borders of your skin.
unable to discern the difference
between the two
knowing only that each of these
pieces serves a greater and
truly magnificent whole.
the edges of myself 