It’s good to hear from you-
It’s snowing this morning.
They said it wouldn’t, but it is.
It’s cold. Below zero with the wind chill.
I thought of you after writing last night
and about how long this tunnel is,
the same one we both know.
The snow doesn’t mind. It falls and falls.
And yea, it really is the truth. But let’s try and
explain it to them so they understand
when we both know they never will.
So, I’ll just keep watching the snow fall
when it wasn’t supposed to.
watch the day grow with its green grass begging attention-
the ground, having swallowed some, urges for more
the New England birds are listening- waiting for approval
all the while one sits, alone, listening back
with a simple understanding-
now finally feeling the first
breeze of autumn air flirting with his skin
that brings him a sensation brimming with tears- he thinks out loud
‘Go ahead. Tell life it can’t.’
Feel free to share.
photo taken by myself 9/17/17
Is it too simple to say- I love you? Should we create an elaborate scheme to fuel your understanding of three words? Will fluff help to bridge the gap of simpleness. Should we dance on the pillar of a towering mirage only to gain balance enough to hug you? Which is more important, Oh Society! You need so much when it’s the smallest thing that will settle you.