Almost all of the

Flavor

Was

Boiled out of it.

Like tainted water,

It degraded

The soup

It was supposed to support.

Why does the cook

Still use it?

Maybe in hopes that

It could be a blank canvas.

Bowls and cups

In the cupboard

Plates on the

Low shelf

Couch seven feet

Away

Bed in the

Middle

Tools on the

Top of the desk

But where will

The body end up?

You become one by

Beginning with the rod.

The pebbles you

Attach to it,

Speedily become rocks,

Then heavy stones.

So when do you reach

The boulders?

Sometimes

You might just need to be

A little bit wiser

And older.

When they opened their mouths

Her heart sank.

When her tiny self

Spoke loudly,

They shouted her down.

When she occupied

Her space

In her own

Special way,

They wrapped her up,

And bade her not to go out.

So she learned to fold and cower to all.

In the dead of

Summer,

In the floral

Clearing,

Under the gaze

Of the sun,

And atop the applause

Of the grass,

The pastel

And lace

Suited

The natural day well.

From the time of

The unsealing,

When the decision to

Release the pool

Into the rushing current

Of the river

Of experience

To be received,

To the peak

Of the point,

There better be

The most neat and insightful meaning.

The collage of faces

Is only a retreating mirage

Of lives

Outside of their own.

For when their souls

Entered the same space,

Before their minds could

Seek out the identifiers

And determine

If a connection

Is worthwhile,

They had already united.

You wouldn’t be able to tell

By the hanging head

And the gloomy eyes

That thriving inside

Is only

The season of spring

When fruits and petals

Can be gleaned

Because the surface,

The one that you meet,

Only shows the showers

That allow the season to repeat

The only real aspiration

In the mind

Of someone

Who is aware

That constant

Comparison

And

Evaluation

Are immutable facts of life

And thriving involves

Embodying as much of

The mind of the other

Heard it long enough

Seen it enough

Know it enough

Want it enough

To take that turn

Jump right in

Sit right down

And bang that

Righteous rhythm

Out

So leave that seat

Where I can mount