what pulls a life forward?
what purpose lies in the steps
we take – in the choices we
discern when we have a moment?
what questions lay camouflaged
among those yet unanswered?
and what of answers?
are they too hidden among the
fabrics of so many tales – glimpsed
at times like a shadow that
trails in the corner of an eye?
I wish I might trace her skin
with my fingertips – her
nature with my gaze. and I
wish I might find answers in
her breaths – follow them
as my own heart lumbers on in a
shared cadence.
and I suppose, much like the moon
to the earth to the sun that I too
chain myself – propel myself
forward purposefully.
do all the stars between themselves create
an apogee that knows its natural state?
