Wednesday, November 17, 2010

Fragments, Take <#>

It's a slipstream
and your fingers
are writing lyrics
casting shadows
rubbing circles.

Like cold water or hot tea
you cleanse my mind.
I take a breath -
out rushes the day and
in comes focus on the center.

Nimbus cloud, producing precipitation, you
make my days hazy while
the nights rain.

Each moment is its own focus
out of time,
reminding me of an instance
in my mysticism class
where I drew a broken circle.
Inside was Us;
   outside was god;
      the permeable membrane betwixt was Time.

Time is a construct which measures change.
Change only happens in the breaths,
the spaces between my heartbeats.