I see the sky,
the blue, the cloud; and
at night, the stars,
the moon, the planets.
You see the sky,
the same sky…yes?
Could it be, that
although the miles,
we are still connected?
We are the same.
you are here and I am there,
or I am here and you are there.
The same sky…wherever we are.
October 14, 2020
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I wrote across
and down the page
sometimes diagonal doodles
to break through lines
that I refused, not willing
to be penned in.
Editing bled and tore through
to pages underneath.
Grateful for a thick tablet
layers of mistakes on the way to golden
this party called life, waking up
to attend, embrace the tousled mess
tumbles, triumph, trembles of love
that live outside of words.
The minutes are not guaranteed
savor this very one.