Thinking today, how so effortlessly, a photo I captured was chosen, by you, as a favorite. Put to a frame inside your world, honoring me, I feel that so deeply.
If I could stand on the sillĀ
Your cracked window, my home
I’d finish your every sentence
With one of my own
Caustic completed with growth
Tell me something I don’t already know
“Scoot over!”
“Naw, I like this spot.”
“You’re squashing me…”
“Should be getting used to me.”
“I shan’t. ”
“…so you like this place?”
“It’s the best.”
“Better without me?”
“No.”
“I can stay?”
“Yes.”
“Good. You’re warm.”
“Thanks to you…”
I miss the pure beauty,
of effortless beginnings,
a motion born of true love.
Possibilities ignore all yielding,
rushing to move through quickly,
and encouraging even the bleakest,
of futile opportunities, for serendipity.