Dear Violet

Life is nothing other than...

daily opportunities for rebirth

a series of crises, of traumas
love - lost, found, returned
a deep breath at a time
community, comunidad, برادری,  

the feel of cloth between fingers
dancing to the music of a child's laugh
searching for wisdom in wrinkles
typewriters yearning for characters
the flash of a moment captured 
green windows cast over blue oceans

safety found in hands and arms
educated ignorance
unanswered questions, ambiguity
celebrations of people, places, things

hammocks and books and wine
nursing the world around you to health
hard blinks, flirtatious winks
its description, participants' introspection
wear, rinse, wash, fold, store, repeat
the balancing act of wants and needs

the scents of passengers on the bus
a constant tug of war for the arm rest
assimilating, contributing to the whole
a production line ending in a trap

slow pirouettes toward endless decay.

xoxo.