what does it matter hot and cold?
cool breeze on an evening
or warm sunny bench at midday
what’s it like to be in between those worlds?
one foot on each place
over the boundary on the edge of reality
how does it feel to be without words?
of experience touched with grace
to be within change
to feel the rise and fall of water and keep as steady as possible
to strive and to reach
and to laugh because it happens
because laughter keeps on sparkling
because water has moments of twinkling light
because the fear is something to work with
because there are things you already know
because wonder is the photographic memory of each breath
because those that love draw close
because laughter is spirit
and there are moments
when the song of the world is