I see words
not as they
are but as
they can be 
like little stones 
found and upon
study understand their 
smoothness and desire 
to fly or
maybe even skim
skate and sink

It’s this one 
not the last 
one or the 
one before or
even the first 
it’s always been 
about this one 
be it breath
or glance or 
glass or glare
it’s this one 
and now that
this one has 
rather than will
maybe or might 
a sigh I’d
say is due 

Whatever is next
just like love 
eventually finds you 
for you are
the one lost
and not it
worry little for 
blessings are not 
our prayers answered 
but graces given
by the Creator 

And now we lay
in the last moments 
of this our night 
thinking thoughts saying nothing 
simply waiting for dawn 
like two children on
the porch watching clouds 
for the promised rain 
so we can dance 
and here it comes 
the faintest of blue 
outside of my window 

I lose faith 
and therefore accept 
things that be
then really are
I don’t understand 
or ever try 
for all things 
are their own 
always absent me 
though we’re all 
connected by one 
nearly invisible thread 
it is infinite 
tying one to 
the next forever 
and so goes 
these many lives