...feet's grounded as if static and stilled in marble grace
rooted again, no longer looséd upon spring's alighted stage
head ringing with 'other', heart filling with 'promise'
(it can happen again, and you can grasp
tomorrow's tapestry, stitch it in your mind already)
your talent to see the whole,
and linger close upon textures within the thread
the novelty of it all, moment's richness - hoping for greater meanings
(and finding it because constructed of that context)
- they are there, held breathless still in the air
and offered here to you a thousand simple claims
of what I can offer - the same
breathéd moments, alighted with promises of other
will decidedly not be the one you thought
but rich and textured more than
if you can trust that, if you can look beyond
because it's all I got
all I got
~ May 18th, 2022
"The fireflies and the nightingales
Throbbed each to either, flame and song.
The nightingales, the nightingales."
~ Elizabeth Barrett Browning, 'Bianca Among the Nightingales'