All In
ALL IN
Sometimes things shimmer
and you have to know why,
like the way water lingers on rocks
at the edge of a mountain brook.
It catches the sun a hundred ways
and you are frozen in delight.
It is best to learn a new place
deep, rather than wide, like
on that shore when you visit the
beach and do not understand until
the blue green waves wash you in,
time and time again;
your belly becomes the rumbling surge,
and you are ground into
the white sand and purple coquina.
Free-falling from ten thousand
feet is my measure of new love,
I am prickled with a torrent
of hormones, mouth open in a
silent wail…
I can step too near the thought of you
without words and am tied by the very
sinews of the Earth, and thus to your
muscles and bones, so when our fibers
get tangled and our sweat becomes one
by the side of a mountain brook,
our vision can narrow time to nothing,
and we are the only thing there is.
Copyright
Vol Lindsey
06/16/2019
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