Nueva

Running through the forest, my foot slipped to a root, falling fast.

Trees, were not trees, but faces. The bark, not bark, but skin, and leaves not hair, but people.

Swimming in the current. I bounced between rock and shore, not sure, but a street, rocks not rocks, but cars.
I was in the city.

Reflection

I’ve seen these eyes, they are kindness. They speak with a glance, and echo my thoughts.

I’ve seen this face before, I know it as well as my own, and have always.

I know this skin it holds me, it is my support and my protection. It is my life, and will be.

My wife.

Fix

Traffic’s stopped still. The sidewalk a thicket of slow moving bodies, nothing faster than the general slow.

The chain pulls the wheel faster. The zip of the blur on the street, tight between cars, like a bullet in the barrel of a gun.

The sidewalk stands motionless, the world stops.

A door opens, too late.

SSSSS

Silently singing songs and sounds, sitting in sunshine smiling.

Summer serene, the scene sought standard. Swimming slick slices of the sea. Sailing subtle shifts in squalls. Senses sustained through the sweltering steam.

Seasons shift to skating and snow. Sliding, slipping, slam. Spring shadows our savior to seclusion.

The social sky of sparrows our serene start.