We sat by the wall of time
and put our finger tips at the cracks
where outlets of water drained down, molding itself to the rough terrain
so empty out all your stories from your storerooms
and your melodramatic ramblings will fall on open ears
I can’t wait to see you again
an open invitation, gift wrapped
earnest supplication, wind bending trees
flowers budding, eternally transparent
into the next easy breath on porous skin
the drowning of your eyes in mine
where I was unlocked, slipping into a subterranean rest
where I needed to remove the linchpin, the scroll unrolled from shelves to the floor
Begrudgingly unraveled, pulling a stray string from a shirt
Erroneously I believed I could keep the gold chests in me
And yet the pirates boarded by port and starboard
and pillage my valuables before I could shout “land ho!”
From the vantage point of the crows nest I could see that
everything was grounded in mortar and pestle
mixed with water
tongue reviling
the apothecary’s remedy
infused with spices
far better than my devices
although I have my trepidation
I look forward to illumination
and to see a wide open field
where the harvest is a plentiful yield
Contemplative Writing 