All In

ALL IN Sometimes things shimmer and you have to know why, like the way water lingers on rocks at the edge of a mountain brook. It catches the sun a hundred ways and you are frozen in delight. It is best to learn a new place deep, rather than wide, like on that shore when you visit the beach and do not understand until the blue green waves wash you in, time and time again; your belly becomes the rumbling surge, and you are ground into the white sand and purple coquina. Free-falling from ten thousand feet is my measure of new love, I am prickled with a torrent of hormones, mouth open in a silent wail… I can step too near the thought of you without words and am tied by the very sinews of the Earth, and thus to your muscles and bones, so when our fibers get tangled and our sweat becomes one by the side of a mountain brook, our vision can narrow time to nothing, and we are the only thing there is. Copyright Vol Lindsey 06/16/2019