When souls are
connected prior 
to being born 
they never disappear
from one another 
they’re simply not 
there to see
feel the line 
that connects the 
two for sight 
belongs to the 
earth and not 
to the heavens 

If there’s anything 
that is consistent 
then it’s change
even if one 
does nothing at
all than stay 
the same change
will step in
like a suitor
asking to dance 
change does this 
and suddenly there
you are staring 
into the eyes 
of something new 

My mind dirt
and coffee a
backhoe it takes
what sleepy sanity 
piled last night 
in the corner 
of my mind 
leveling it out 
so at least 
my first kiss 
will land with 
some intentional accuracy 

Not a peep 
nary a cluck
certainly no clue 
waiting just waiting 
like some first
time baker to 
witness their first 
loaf like a
wife whose husband 
shipped out to 
God knows where 
drumming my fingers 
pacing the floor 
wondering and worrying
what if just 
what if and 
what if when

We never end
we just pause
sigh take a 
deep breath do
something else get
distracted but finish 
no we never 
finish we just 
go and come 
like the seasons 
or the tide
not everybody can 
do this thing 
but in a 
hammock we met
and in a 
hammock we will
always forever be