I often wonder
About
The People
– The Energies
that drift
into my awareness.

The fingers
that grasp
the door knob;
The skin
that feels
the damp, softness
in the morn.

And as we
coalesce,
in small rooms
that smell
safe,
rich,
luscious,
we revel,
Shamelessly,
in the
ever loving
ever lasting
Heat.

It’s strange
to come
to a point
in our day
When the Harmonies
Begin to supersede
the Light.
And as
the Darkness
slowly revolves
into consciousness
stability
falters
And recollection
constructs
foundations
of ambiguity.

Yet. A colorful cloud
of Bohemian Splendor
dissolves
into a Technicolor haze
that hangs
sonorously
in the air.
While we
intermingle
with
our shadows
that are
cast
onto
our bodies.

We Create
Fibrous Mountains
that stand
in solidarity
across
miles and miles
of our cultural landscape.