Exactly in the place I should be

Exactly in the place I should be

I'm exactly in the place I should be

with exactly the one I should be

for reasons we know not exactly...

As the birds zip on by 

and the steam engines cry

from ancient memories of old

where all stories are told

we hang out like a string

that slips through everything

and ties the knot sure enough

through shoes that have yet to walk

We're exactly in the space we sought

aside exactly the selves once sought

taking chances we know exactly not...

..Yet we conjure-up equations,

stealing in like home invasions ..

Made to walk on trapeze swings...

...Here we are, all smiles and wings.

...Cherubim and funeral hymns

have moments of gathering us in

from what drops that do cascade

across the floats of our parade 

Lines signal exactly what steps we'll take

on exactly which road we're meant to snake

upon the endless mystery we know not exactly of...

Exactly in the place I should be

I'm exactly in the place I should be

with exactly the one I should be

for reasons we know not exactly...

©

8/15/19

Bunny &

Mavia Villaire