A morning’s
Gray
Haze
Settles over
The cool blue
Pool
In your eyes
Mixing
Tricking
My heart
Into falling in
Leaving the
Pine needle
Nest
Of my eyes
Earth-brown
Crossing
The chasm
Of place
Of time
Of the life that is yours
And the life
That is mine
My own eyes
Drop
To the floor
Tracing
Ant trails
Watching
Them move
An entire home
Babies in tow
To the other side
Of a vast expanse
Of speckled grey
Concrete
Undeterred
By the enormity
Of their task
By the vulnerability
In their journey
Through
Wide open
Space
Tiny egg
Precious egg
Heavy egg
Wrapped in their arms
I am inspired
And exhausted
My heart says yes
And my mind says no
Neither offering
An inch
A hint
For how there can be peace
With less
Than
Complete
Control
West side of the driveway
Or East
There is no soft spot
Tender home
In the concrete
Of the in-between
Except
I am here
Home is here
God is here
Life is here
In the in-between
Sit here
Notice
The ants of energy
Need
Passing
Over
Under
Through
Me
Can I breathe here?
Yes
Can I see here?
Yes
What of my heart,
Is she still beating?
What of my mind,
Is she still
Thinking?
Stand
Still
All is still
And in this stillness
I can hear
The faint
Vast
Thrum
Of my soul
Resonating
Celebrating
Enduring
Existing
Here is born
The magic energy
Of paradox
Blindness and clarity
Here is born
A new universe
In which
We get
To explore