Bodies

Before our bodies were shamed by clothes, 
before our minds were dulled by language
We sat laughing in bubble baths

The picnic

Thinking back to Green grass silhouette
Panting puppy punished for defiantly chasing squirrels. 
Waiting in the shadowed woods on mossy picknick tables. 
The stash of empty beer cans is found after retrieving the retriever. 
The owners return shirtless,  happy,  and ready to return to their regular week of poverty and depression. 
You on your computer or with your books sitting next to me and you couldn't be any further away. 

Stuck in an eye

Who am eye?
And why am eye here?
Stuck in an I,  eye wait in silence,   shouting between the marks that cover emptiness. 
Eye see you everywhere and in everything. 
Do you see my face everywhere as well?

Tea for two

Where will my dreams lead me?
Cartoon kisses distract my hurting heart. 
2 pieces of clay made from one source,  one set of hands,  one burning fire,  and now set to the task of waiting to be set on a table. 

Packed away,  sleeping cups wait,
What awaits us when we sleep?

Dreaming

I love observing time.  Each dash and line is in it's own way a record of time. While there is often something of interest that initially catches my eye,  I feel like that works as a framework or skeleton that that time is measured or built upon. The best measurements are those that are could be measured in some way. Snowflakes,  leaves, any small object counting the seconds away of life.  I feel like I'm simply measuring the way I interact with my world.  Every heartbeat, hair that falls, or breath is simply a physical representation of the microscopic change that is our cells and mitochondria that is ticking away until this form that we inhabit transforms into something else.  Watching any entire short life of an animal start to finish, really makes you question your own mortality and what is really important in life.  Maybe the purpose of life is in the moments where we take naps with our dogs?