somewhere in the action of rocking, horses and chairs — found solidarity.
perceiving growth as glimpse. As a moment affiliated with movement.
Forward and forward, neon passengers. Escalating an otherwise fluid existence.
salty sweat, sweating down a heavy face for people and places and things.
Common thing. A common moment. An underlying factor. Heartburn, three previous hours — all with normalcy.
Burned inside, but porcelain without. Within.
Rest weary bones, oh ye of little faith. Sitting, in another time + place.
And stretch your limbs, eyes peeled to the light. Blink now, and later. Take one gasping breath.
Dear lungs, this is only the beginning.
the middle, not the end.
Alive and breathing and joyful. Forty eight in constant shift; this cautious tango with the moon.