under the noiseless whir.
breathe deep in the moon from a cloudy sky that cannot find it, exhale the sliver from my shoulder.
people who astonish with
'midnight ride! we'll stop by
for doing something crazy
see you in 3o minutes!'
and the spokes
flew. my friends and i grew
even a step closer in what you might call
the thoughtfulness of those who care enough
to send the very best.
cheer, chapped cheeks all around, the air a kind of soggy cold. the kind that takes parts of you an hour to fully regain feeling from, even though it's texas.
the kind of woman who will not let me ride her and her husband all the way home due to the sketchy nature of some area residents at this wee hour with the reasoning that 'there are too many big things god has to use your life for' who uses phrases like 'this is not a joke!' and then creates something extraordinary.
i lock and stop to thank god for these friends, they are the very best. what did i ever do...? no, that isn't how it works. oh man. blessings out the wazoo.