LOVE is a hush, of waves after dark the secret of the sands churning against time unmeasured LOVE is a whisper of seedpods in a field, breaking apart and gently blowing every which way a ceasing to control releasing yourself into someone, something LOVE is a snap my ribs cracked wide my chest an emptying cavity, dissipating white fluff on a breeze and if perchance the weather should hit just wrong a xylophone crashing NO. Rejection striking down my spine, the rains would thunder through and fill me with yes,yes,yes oars dipping into bottomless waters rowing further ebb flow yes no he loves me, he loves me not I float opportunities, options are winds, ripping a mountain, I feel the squeeze, burst open and reach.
I ski, teach, parent, write, read, swim, adventure. I get lost in my own mind, chewing on words and images. Sometimes something good comes out.