IMAGINING

Today, it accompanies you, again - all of what you imagine it to be, and some of what it is.

It's here, now - sitting next to you - sometimes against your work, sometimes against your eyes.

You wish to speak with it, but you must wait. It isn't ready; the planet isn't prepared.

Collapse occurs on both sides if either of you bend in the wind. All is leading breeze; all rustles as what might be.

All is imagined.

But imagination occurs; imagination contaminates the raw - the unimagined.

It's your imagining; it's everything in your biome, because infatuation is an invasive species; once transported, it grows everywhere; it creates a landscape that pretends a best fit; it spreads as far as your mind can see.

UNDERGOING

Today, you're walled in. Assumptions surround - force you to slotted. Breathing is difficult. Emotion won't fit. You're sandwiched, packed, packaged, surrounded by distorting mirrors.

Where might your eyes rest without slapping? How can you do anything but smile without your eyes? All good intentions deserve what when they're misguided?

You grow a shell; you slow your pulse; your mind morphs with the willfulness of a babe; you wait for escape. 

MISSING

Today, I miss you. I don't know you, but I do. I remember you, but I don't.

You've returned to me; I've returned to you. But we're apart.

I miss you.

I miss your outlook. I miss your impact - the forcefields with which you upend me - the spontaneity with which you school me.

I miss your sensual mystery - the intensity that builds, as it does, behind your skin.

I miss your beauty - half made by you, half by me.

I don't miss your absence; it's here - a present severing.

You teach me what I knew at the beginning. You draw me out of abstraction into something for which I have no words - something earthed from flesh and reverberations.

YAWNING

Today - ambivalence. You fall into a yawn, and wander its cavities. You're lost, and seek nothing.