We hurry and herd,
bump into one another,
complain of the smell,
cannot get our head
above the crowd…

Where are we going?

Is it beyond want?
Is it beyond fear?
Are the pastures littered with busy
leftovers of bolstered agendas?…

I saw fireflies this morning
Before night drew back its breath
The moon smiled big with a hazy orange grin
All for me, I thought…..

Mimosa fragrance blew in from nowhere
Bursting Gardenias shone in the first light
Dawn sauntered while the birds sang
All for me, I thought….…

   It is excision,
       Precise, clean,
            surgically accurate. 

     So quick in its movement that the end created is not
splayed or jagged
       – a fine cut, so swift that the depth is uncertain,
             but most definitely abysmal. 

                         A cutting away, or from, that ever stifles the gasp,
leaving a shockwave that stuns in its overwhelming disorientation.…

Do you remember the beach?
the sun that burned our hearts…and souls
The searing that touched our very spirits;
Tearing at that which we sought to hide…
for so many years…

Did the salty waters hide the tears,
Or was the water fresh before?……