Distracted by the dreamy placid river, broody clouds deciding whether to unleash a storm, fighting an obsession, looking for a hawk, seeing only turkey vultures swooping and gliding, widening their circles, tasked with doing what none of us will, startled by a young buck at the edge of the road in the fog. Come here.
Surprised by the unexpected, annoyed by it, too. Alarmed I thought I knew what was going on only to realize I didn’t know a thing. I didn’t know you. Or you. Or you. How many times did you, and you, and you feel the same about me? Please tell me.
Missed the full moon lost under a banner of opaque gray in New Jersey. Again. Crazy New Jersey. Thwarting anticipated beauty, spotlighting it where I least expect it, gifting me in spellbinding ways. Pacts we made before I arrived. Are you the coyote trickster, Jersey? I hate you. I love you. I’ll go away. No, wait… I’ll stay.
Finally, fireflies at night, butterflies in daytime, glimpses of the woozy, intoxicating, ethereal world between here and there. Their buzz, their light, colors and patterns unmatched, diverting my gaze, leaving me tipsy with wonder. Take me with you.
The visceral lines between opposites—love/hate, war/peace, joy/sorrow, confusion/clarity, sick/well, sacred/profane—are blurred. Yes. No. Maybe. Of course. Is it okay? Ah, what will be will be.
I want to settle into a hammock, lie back on a sailboat, get lost in the sky, the stars, leave expectations I don’t comprehend and fail to fulfill behind. I want to catch whoever needs catching there, hold and rock them. Still anxiety and fear.
You and me. We are no different whoever you are. Except for the shape of your lips and the curve of the lines, the hesitancy or lack thereof, we are the same. I recognize the disarming language of your smile. Hello.
Divine Ready 