Days on Fire

Days on Fire

I am hesitant to even begin to describe last night

As if finding an island out here in these oceans

And to reveal its latitude and longitude would be

To invite flocking birds of tourists and on-lookers

To see the beauty that I see and some how corrupt the novelty

Of these moments, to taint them with a sense of expectation

Or common place that I yearn to invite into my own consciousness

Yet in these moments relish the freshness of footsteps

First into these sands from the hull, squishing toes and mobile land

Set into an alcove of time like a bead of dew gently expanding

Onto an inevitable roll of the day’s heat, patient for the evening

To begin again in full fruition of collection

Each day like a new creation scintillating and in all ways pragmatic

To that greatest of purposes of a Shangri la button town

Stitched on this map of hop-scotch constellations

Bounced between and landed here with her in my arms

Breathing above the carbon emissions of atmospheres

Resonating in a fog below this expanding, yet

In her embrace I am impervious to all things toxic

Dragging and yanking at my ankles or forefingers

Like cigar cutting devices with a penchant for truncating

The length of time one human is allowed to feel unbridled joy

In concert with the constructions of his adult responsibilities

These are days on fire and I am virally ecstatic to be burning