At where I’ve been
At how I got here
There’s often a line
A flow
A grace unintended
Unnoticed
Unseen before the backward glance
There’s often a line
A flow
A grace unintended
Unnoticed
Unseen before the backward glance
Here
and
There
Holdover from a time
Of neon
Air-con
And movin’ on
In the intricate darkness
I find beauty
I find insight
Without a subtle understanding
Of the complexity of darkness
I will never see the light truly
It’s like swimming through a sea
Of stems and raspy leaves
The stiff breeze wrestles up a wave
Which rolls across the grassland and trees
A moment of cool in the sun roasted air
Which clings to my lips, dries my lungs
I begin to understand
Why both the light and the dark
Are necessary
And when I
Finally find the light
No matter where
It seems to be
Ride them
Duck them
Vault them
Or I can stand firm
And let the ocean wash over me
Feel its power
Enjoy the surge of energy
As it flows all around me
She danced
As if every word she’d ever spoken
Could be translated
To a gesture, a swirl, or a twirl
She danced
And all I knew was
I wanted to be there on the dance floor
With her, now and forever
The fractal geometry
Of everything
Littler things
Make up little things
Little things
Make up bigger things
Bigger things
Make up big things