high strung

i think

i need you

i think

i want your presence,

friendship,

company--

a mirror,

to prove

i exist

someone who hears me

so i have an effect

someone who sees me,

talks to me,

to prove

i exist

someone who feeds me,

gives me feedback,

a reflection.

without you,

i am not there

i don't see

what i am,

i don't see

that my thoughts

are important--have their imagined meaning

it's a game....

we're both in the mirror

watch the flow

in the mirror

the images

in constant motion,

gone

gone

gone

try to stop it

and oh!

enormous pain,

effort

stopping the river?

the earth...from turning?

the man...from smoking?

from taking one more....breath?

Why?

so you can hold on to this

one

still

frame...?

while you war on/exclude

the rest?

let it flow,

let it rush!

let it go!

let it/him/her

pass on!

move,

breathe!

see

it carries you

see the illusion,

the false possibility,

of holding on/grasping,

of stopping,

of control

you ride with,

swirl with,

all of it

tip your head back,

let your hair blow

in the wind,

feel the rhythm

as the swing flies forward

and back,

and yet you go nowhere

how interesting to view

the underside of the sofa,

the springs,

the empty spaces,

the hard beams,

under the soft

exterior

it's all there

inside all of us

the cushion isn't everything

love the hard places

too

rocks and water,

it's all okay,

it's all

me

the ancient rocks

give way,

invisibly

to us,

with the very gentle lapping

of soft clear water

softly

softly

softly

tiptoe

tenderly

upon the vast expanses,

the endless slabs of stone...

She loves you