Softness
Gauze over the softness of
this moment
As a cushion upon a cushion
of nesting material for these forbearing words
Blanketing a tolerance and a
subdued tone of verbal motion
To lay this glass ornamental
moment out of its holding pattern
To nestle amongst your
consciousness as if all the conjecture
Did not prognosticate its
arrival weeks ago fluttering like a blue morpho butterfly
With under wing eye-spots
blinking in the subtle raising and lowering
Of this doorway of time to
verbalize this watershed that has followed me
In utter apparent existence
for all these hours swirling around us
Pattering for attention and
recognition and assumed alive
Yet invisible to these naked
eyes manifest in that which is felt
But not stated like a placard
to read upon the entrance to a home
Or a secret space disclosed
like a map through the looking glass
On just how to find this
wonderland again
Time bounces in cotton
pillowed prairies lifted up and
Floating down like the seeds
of the daffodil helicopter-ing to Earth
With a cushioned landing for
my love to find refuge
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