it is the way we watch ourselves
versus overcoming obstacles
but the glass cracks
as you begin to laugh
whys open up like flower petals
revealing hows
there were so many solutions
we just couldn’t look there before
then the bees swarm in
our answers swarm out
entering out of the darkness
i am barraged by the world
largeness and density
i love how you push me
leaving the coolness
of blacks and blues behind
reds and yellows dance
endlessly asking to stay awake
and i’m struck by how much
can be contained in the breaking of containers
boundaries lost
this angst like sap
sticky trap
forces me to climb out of its clutches
and that ’s the gist
of this tryst
much is more than static mist
inability
that halo of
inactivity
but here
let me just pull
one poem idly
from my eye.
the dying cough
of the creative
must still create.
poempusher 