i cannot compete with a ghost
her hold upon your heart– gut wrenchingly
precise. keeping you folded– a
neatly stacked pile of protection, save those
tiny glimpses of trust.
Nor can i measure against a sweet babe,
her newness and discovery perfectly prescribed
for your carefully crafted vision of lonely.
My arms cannot extend past their own reach–
unless you’re willing to extend yours as well.
There is nothing to be gained by your careful step
And no guarantee that a jump won’t result
in a fall.
Often it’s those falls, without care, exuding ease
that are the most beautiful (and i should know)
being well-practiced.
These choices are yours to make
One fearful foot in front of the other–
your own brand of adventure,
traversing lands unknown, fleeing something,
someone, you can’t possibly escape.
It’s the quiet adventures i choose, for now.
This journey of handing over a key that has been
expertly hidden.
The mysteries unfolding from that carefully locked box
beyond your (and my) wildest imaginings.
an open willingness beyond measure–
a simple surrender.
A painting, continuously progressing,
its simple lines and language of color
beg for more– the rhythm of your brush
upon the canvas– in concert with mine–
the end result being a work of art
beyond any interpretation either one of us
could have captured
alone.
the edges of myself 