so often i forget what it is we are doing
get lost in sitting on the rug
in dancing with nitsle
my sister watching
in work and school avoiding
i lull about between these happenings
to find i am pulled under my time
i forget my body
and scramble for anything but here underneath
the present
i am crushed and gasping for a future
where i am warm and happy and nostalgic about this winter
but somehow we find quiet in the coffee shop
drop all ear ringing drone thoughts about
what am i doing
watch you plan out paintings
hear you paint them
the art you sing out with your eyes
i find quiet to hear it
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ReplyDeletei keep coming back to this when i need my spirits lifted. i love you.
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