it’s all about forgetting: avoiding to forget, struggling to forget: days zip by and suddenly i am here, where was i? where were you? how did we get here? how did you end up over there? and although you never left my sight you’ve gone and come back, you visit and flutter away, you leave me, over and over, only to return, shockingly different, wonderful and just that much more stranger than we had begun.

make a mission of it: curiosity killing cats, avoid boredom at all costs: but do not thrill seek, do not squander: do not mock those weaker than you, do not be sucked into wormholes, literal and figurative: this life, this life is a wonderful ecosystem always on the brink of flying apart because of its internal volition: feed on chaos, make order out of it: always remember: you’re the stuff of stars but there’s four hundred billion suns waiting to meet you again.

with you, of you, for you, for me, from me, from the you in me to the me in you. round and round it goes little ones, this is how it works: words churn, turn, squirm: always look for the right one, learn to live with the wrong one, and somehow in the middle of it all: live, breathe, look, listen, go and come back.

turning over you in mind with sunlight,
night past, the worst of it somewhere else, the beginning
here, in your hands, tiny fingers, grasping, reaching
out, cupped in my outrageous largeness, here little ones
something new, something along the lines of, along the cracks
“my old man used to say…”