freeze the flow
the dancing deer
caught in the headlights
tantalizes the moment

slips in words from
the cosmos
unleashed from her
speckled coat

the electric shock of light on light
flickers in time
and then the road returns
so we may
dance again

a gift

in the hand
holding
the wind passes by

ease on the grass
words shared
smirks
hidden pages apart

old faces
a flicker
glowing
growing on another

a reach
yank
a glimpse
want
a touch
unknown
close the box

morning light
ready for another look

scan
to meet
to touch
on the air

a reach
stare into the mystery
a second

dance
feast
climbing another step

and then another step
up to mesas
rest on the breath

charged
a touch
sparks flow
in between
two bellies full

mystery
possibility
strength
a shield
holding back the force
called long ago

doubt visits
too fast?
too much?
shared feelings?
future?
the mind scrambles to
understand
the added heat

stretching to be
breathing back in
new soldier
creates a larger shadow

shakes up the mold
dust flying out
dew rests on the skin

is it true?
is it real?
the heart whimpers
to trust

the sun shines over head
exploring a new land
wings stretch
catching the breeze
thoughts rattle the gifted ease

hope
song
mixing of tenses
old, now and new

ride
the gusts
bury breaks into the sand
breathe quick
question the riders
question the ride
a touch
pulls me forward
back with the tribe

and now and forever now
we ride

She belonged to him just as much as she belonged to herself. A stranger with a mysterious name. Constantly in awe of new possibilities that were dug up from the dusty crypt. A freshborn thought, dream, corroborated feeling would appear on her doorstep, ready to engage with the day. No she did not belong to him. They were both gifts in each other's kaleidoscopic view. Both ready to touch each other since there was nothing to hold onto. The mystery is always free.