Yup: here she comes. Maybe-
Aint nothing hesitantly tentative about me
Or it. Ready. With it. Effortless synchronicity-
Sinking into an apex of sorts, mutually.
It has happened before, but not like this. Usually
The rise is accompanied by a fall, but today is quite windy,
And there is only a sailing, a lifting in this moment, drastically.
I don’t think I can stop and she doesn’t know how to-
This which I once considered theoretical, I know is now true-
Counting the stars and clouds simultaneously
I know there is nothing other than this. Could it be
That this is what I was built for? That the only
Thing that deserves attention is absence and through it we have a shot at presence- at feeling how preciously composed it all it. And always was, if only we are willing to see.