i watched a solo
brown leaf meander
to the ground
in no hurry
and felt grateful
that something so simple
was the most beautiful thing I had seen
in a long time.

I saw you
alone in your crimson
colored glory
awake from nostalgias long
left behind in
the rush to
find a new
day a
new life.

I heard you
speak like no
one I had
ever heard
and it occurred
to me
that I understood
your wonder
even if not
your words.

Its funny how nothingness
is strangely amusing. As if sitting comatose, perched
lazily on a cushion is sane. Thinking about prancing in
Caribbean waters like a dreary snowplow driver.
As if staring,
with a blank mind and vision,
at the expansive sky is enlightening. The bland expression
and tired mind create a world that is simplistic and conflicting.
Like a wilting flower, drizzled with water,
that floods and dies. A moment of nothing is salvation.
Yet overpowering. I smile
at the Sunday mornings that turn into
afternoons, laying snuggled in fleece and down. Swimming in warmth
and satisfaction. Or
the ten minute flop breaks in between real life spent
face down on a fluffy rug, dreaming
about dreaming. Leaves blowing in the wind.
Laying in the park, watching the dust. A windy twirl with pillow
in the middle of a kitchen. A gift of lightness that is like wings to take my mind away.
Serenity in unusual places.