connection to resolve
connection to determination
connection as i walk
looking into the eyes of another
and taking care of the day to day
as i look out the window
watching the changing sky
i listen to a fast paced beat
inch by inch
and as we stand together
everything becomes a protest
not to be taken lightly
so that the bullshit
the little things that prevent us
become like dissapating fog
drifting into the morning
when greeted by the sun
we link up once more
and the tightness of connection
that binds heart mind voice together
walk on the gravel full of sparkles
as each step passes
a light flashes into view
that cast your feet as mirror images upon the ground
ever think of how they make this sidewalk?
filled with stardust
like walking through the night sky
if we could walk along the stars
do they collect the brightness in someone’s eyes
the little bit of light that catches
do they find an artificial substitute
that glimmers just the same
when evening turns to night
and the walkers return to their subterranean homes
but something about this sparkle
this magic mesmerizes
hypnotizing the step after step
and until you look down
realizing the ground you stand on
no longer twinkles
and instead the smoothness of a piece of stone
is what you see
concrete crags and rocks so tiny we can barely see them
still they whisper
giving us secret stories of other times
and tell us
because i have so much i have seen
so much i can give
a little bug walking up the curve of a leaf
blade of green pointed into the sky
little bug keeps on
legs connecting like its walking in space
this one’s upside down on the leaf
and it looks normal
but to walk on the leaf
it’s like walking on the moon
and some dimension you’ve only heard myths about
for the bug
just another moment
passing as it climbs
and keeps moving
The leaf on the stairs was a gift from a friend. Shadows turned sideways when I walked into your being.
It was cold out — much more than I am accostomed to since I’m from more temperate climates.
You didn’t think it was anything to have a girl looking through the window. It wasn’t big thing. And it wasn’t disturbing necessarily, but I wondered how long she’d be there. Like she gonna follow me forever or something now just cuz I didn’t exactly leave on good terms?
Watched the girl walk, crunching through snow and I said to him, why you hung up on her like she’s haunting you when you know you could let go at any moment?
Girl outside was an ancestor, you see. Figment of another time. Girl knew to give the message to both of us. Knew we’d hear it better that way.
I couldn’t help but think of my relation to this wood and I saw a hundred–thousand years past. As I blinked my eyes, the years floated by like nothing and I was in stasis. An unanswered question anong the whistling wind. I’d bring a fluffy coat closer to me to warm my cheeks against the cut of the breeze.
Walking takes such effort now. And there was this inclination to follow the girl. She know the way?
I had to hold in the near heartbreak that threatened to leap from my soul. How can I go in there again?
Two sets of footprints then three. It’s the only thing I see as I hide my face from the piercing wind.
Foot steps softly to the nightly snow.
I look around. And I’m alone again. With dancing snowflakes and fairytales that would distract me from the realities if survival.