Friday, June 19, 2009

fluid motion

the surface of promise stretches
the length of this lane,
all of them.
i come here, to this place of calm
twice daily.
not always the same location, but the same place.
it is in my soul that i have missed
making space for an element i often neglect
for rubble stands in my path
and vague self-conscious reasoning echos in my head the busyness of the daily joe
yourself into your 
and not the static calm of this place
this water
this being that envelops me and welcomes me back again.
nice to have you, it says.
don't you want to stay?
become a fish?  well
all you have to do is get in.