Move about zip
around one place 
or another sink
or bowl floor 
or rug smooth 
or plush on
I go with 
my morning bee
bird and bath
bringing nectar back 
too many mornings 
so many days 
so goes this 
thing called life 

Sip then slurp 
too too hot 
time to cool
this love or
lust or look
just a dance 
of different tastes 
types and things 
typical of love 
for aren’t they
though morsels crumbs
coffee or me

Dipping deep 
a well 
run dry
be it
water ink
or care
I scrape 
along bottom 
around sides
for that
one last
bit thinking 
this will
be enough 
but enough 
never is
of well

My eyes feel 
miles away from 
my face but
not forward behind 
whatever I say
being this way 
I will mean 
once my vision 
eventually catches up 
somehow with you 

Stasis this frozen 
that caughtness between 
here and there 
hither and nigh
being the and
between two things 
pushing against other 
but not but
or even or
for those two 
suggest some inclination 
just being and
in the middle