The Never Expected Expectation (two for tuesday)

An explosion of sorts,

Out of the blue,

Or more accurately gray. 

We never expect,

Or rather we pretend to not,

The hail, the clap of thunder after the flash. 

And what joy, slight fear, 

a slice of awe, that this 

unexpected expectation can bring. 


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Lengths of Time Like an Inch Worm

Let me know when you take flight.

And how the air is sweeter,

That leaves a bitter trail as you go.

I’ll be watching from below.

How the air breathes sweeter,

Swollen with fertile scents and satiated longings.

Left with the bitter trail, here I stay

Watching from afar in the gap between the twist and fray

Swollen, with fertile scents, to satiate the longings,

The lengths of time like an inch worm.

Watching, from afar, the gap twists the fray

Alone I lay.

In lengths of time

you to will land, tired,

Near to where I lay below,

As you share your sweetened glow.

Umbilical Cord to the Future

What is time but the umbilical cord to the future.

Never severs, never breaks,
only splits and slips,
tethers us and nourishes us,

with satiating seconds,
hungry hours,
Beating pulses,
Momentary
And
Endless.

From was to now-ness
then else.

 Inside nowhere together alone.

We forget so soon,
We haven't left the womb.



from Instagram

A Surface to Come up To

From underwater it's hard to imagine
that there's a surface to come up to.

Even in those last effects of breath,
Even in those searching looks for anything else;

forgetfulness of solution seems to be the only thought that is reliably recalled.

Yet, there is a silver lining to a wave of dissolution;
an elusive brightness tickling the tension
       separating now,
                                     one more breath of air
                                                                   and sinking.

It is in that space between the two worlds
where anything truly is possible

And sometimes it just takes an outside reminder
to snap that thought into place.

Something out of the
                                   ordinary,
                 unusual,
peculiar.

To become the witness
and not the agitator.

                 The watcher,
the observer.

                                                                                                  and rise.
                        That's the time to look up



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Patience is a Slow Clap

When I take the time to slow down,
 --Slow down--
I can see perfectly that
Patience is a slow clap
Cheering for the almost
But not quite unbelievable
Ridiculousness of my true nature.

And, for the abundance
Of can't take back moments like
"Did I say that with my outside voice?"
And
"If only this thought wasn't ruining
This moment right now."

Before the explosion of expletives
And occasional superlatives,
There's always opportunity for a pause,

A moment of 'wait',
A moment of 'listen'.


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Un-Scratching the Surface

It was just being a speck,
a blur from the intuition of
My peripheral vision.

An almost missed, overlooked
Forgotten or otherwise smudge.
In a moment of not-searching,
And other not-isms,
Under-whelming-ings and such.

Just an un-scratching the surface
of nowhere in particular
to uncover nothing of consequence.

It never asked or should'ed me,
scolded or stared me down.

It just became
         and was
                and
                                    nevermore.



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