Tree Rings and Orbits

Tree Rings and Orbits

That initial feeling in you that felt the pressure

To sequester your speech into a quiet cell

In the advent of our correspondence

Flares a cautioning, a vulnerability to that which came before

The juries of our replicated selves

Sitting in a dozen forms in a box inside our recollections

Reminding us of and judging us for who we have been and when

The hairstyles change, the inflections tints in time

And yet we are the gravity, cemented in spherical center

In which the satellites of our lives revolve in orbit

And though they may rotate and change in adulterated facades

I sense in you a center that has not

Like a core bored into to see tree rings of time

I imagine years of drought and abundance intermixed

Inside the frame to compose a growth into the woman

Which has intersected with me in the boughs of her expanse

Entering with tepid steps onto this bustling street

Of verbs drunk on histories exposing honest pursuits

And future constructions bantering streetlight manifestos

In imposed chaos of testing the waters of someone new

Trepidation understood on the surface

But the underling of why’s and when’s

Pulls me in to want to know the stories behind you

However docile or in pain

There is a path to you here and on the fringes

Of my novice deletion of this ignorance

I feel that you do not need a savior,

But there is a hand here wanting to hold your own

Simple and open thirsting for your touch

Which may be reaching at a faster speed

Than that which you have been prepared

But in the settling of movement,

Will wait for your readiness to proceed