Weather stripping around the front door
Slippers without holes
Huge
Difference
All the difference



Weather stripping around the front door
Slippers without holes
Huge
Difference
All the difference
He lingers on the edges
Of a universe askew
I am dancing in the courtyard
Garden fountain flowing
The music’s in the summer breeze
There are flowers in my hair
This dress is swishing softly
The grass bedecked with dew
There’s a tension to this moment
Each step, each turn, each beat
Will he step forward to the dance
Or back again with chilly feet
The moon is shining brightly
The dawn is soon to break
This dance is almost over
The pipes have all been played
My arms are tracing patterns
Against the starry morn
The spell is almost finished
Fate is almost cast
He lingers on the edges
Of a universe askew
Under a hot blue sky
Ruffled by breezes
The past overlaid the present
I could hear the chubby toddler laughter
Of an evening walk gone by
How many times we trod
Down this sidewalk as the sun lowered
But no
He’s grown and left
This echo of his early life
Reverberating in my heart
I drive passed the place of the fender bender
I stand in the parking lot of a previous job
From a previous time
Worked by a previous me
The brick is the same
The sign is unchanged
Am I late? I wonder
Bygones and bygones
I miss the turn to the old house
I wasn’t going there anyway
It’s too familiar and too far away
The dreams of this place span universes
Seven unique interpretations of this single nexus
On the curve of the road which binds them together
I am saturated with awareness
Anticipation
The wave is cresting
A hollow formed under the curve
Chaos is sure to follow
At the moment of submersion
Water will roil and rush the shore
The present rearranged to accommodate
Phantasms and other worlds
Watching where I step
When the boundaries thin
Where magic happens
But the ghosts pass on
Without saying good-bye
Without a wink and a nod
They fade and dissolve
I weave a new adventure
Over faded threads and bare spots
Working in and around the beautiful
Images which have kept their color
Preserved with love
This town is haunted
One more ghost returned now
What is the sound of love
Which weaves a spell profound
The ripples in a creekbed
The song of birds awing
What is the sound of patience
A cantrip of the unbound
The slowly growing tree
The tide rolling away from shore
What is the sound of friendship
When changing and unchanging
The laughter ringing louder
The hug when tears will spill
All of life resounding
With a magic pulsing power
Will you let yourself enchant
The weary and despondant
Will you be enchanted
By the beauty all around us
Don’t break the spell, love
Speak of wonders in tones of awe
Don’t break the spell, love
Listen to the heart
As it beats you back to life
The path may be twisted
In directions unexpected
See the beauty in the bends
How the journey swiftly wends
Through forest and the vale
Making an interesting tale
For me I choose adventure
Off the path I would not censure
The call of mystery and magic
Not the antithesis of logic
Weave them both together
Every challenge will be weathered
Rational mind and spirit cleaved as one
On this sinuous road leading me home