i don’t know what it looks like–
the view from over there.
don’t know if the landscape
has changed at all from your vantage point–
if these massive internal upheavals read
on the outside– subtle shifts across a skyline
that runs emotional and bleeds tempermental.
concerning myself with details, intangible
story-lines i narrate and expound upon–
their creation wholly mine– their
reality, my own making–
i’d love to set down.
giving ease to my over-worked brain–
its synapses firing overtime
trying to keep up with itself–
save the simple truth–
details rooted in fact,
communicated out of love…
the ease of an undertaking
that feels like nothing
we’ve known before.