Hear and Know

Somedays I wake up,

and my being is here,

so totally

pressed up against my inner flesh

like a child against a window:

whole being, flat

wanting

to get to the other side

no matter

what harm lies there.

These days I relish like a fresh cup

of coffee,

and I drink them slow - - -

Then

                                   Other days

I wake to find

the self is in bondage

                                                          somewhere deep inside,

perhaps 

                                                on the other side

                                                          where all selves merge.

Lost in the language,

the cacophony of vowels and 

                                   full stops,

I maneuver the day, a robot

wishing for immediacy,

aware of inadequacy.

Such days

only love

can bring me home,

can bring me here;

                                     we share

                                     a touch

                                       we share

                                           a glance ---

we owe each other

a lifeline back to the moment

if we recognize another wandering,

lost in space.

These words are my hands --

the vowels my eyes

seeking to anchor you

here

             and

now.

Here and Now

Hear and Know

Here and Now

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