Seasons

Somewhere between

here
and 
there

over yonder
and
restless soles

houses 
and 
homes

shattered remains of broken hearts
bones fortified in spite of annihilation
tongues strengthened by whispered truths

everything became a season.

I fell into you, a storm
of strewn wrappers, 
lightning talks,
thunderous proclamations. 

Sought solace in your
velvet dress and kindness
made permanent 
in that thin layer
between flesh and armor.

The chills of the world 
bowed down before an 
everlasting sunshine,
for how can you not smile
in the presence of a flame.

It was as if I awoke to
my world blanketed
in fresh perspective,
each step forward a
proclamation, reclamation. 

As quickly as I learned of
the possibility of the impossible
you vanished, moved along
to your next disciple in need. 

Reclamations From Anxiety

With no sense of time, 

I woke up today and for

that I am grateful.