Drawn in and around the carousel
A little hope and
Energy pulsing radiating
See the spiral vortex at the moment before
unexpected but ordinary death?
(Of course all death is ordinary.)
An intense wisps of shared intimacy
A mis-take with intention.
Time is nearly broken
while shame and guilt shower open.
It’s almost time to finish.
I wonder who calls me to the end?
Who compels me to a life ungrounded in
You or you… or you?
A web of lives pulsing through the crowd
Pulling us close- magnet tight.
You remember “Be real. Get real.”
(But real wasn’t real before.) It was more like
a reel spinning then clicking in focus.
Ah, it’s Marilyn falling for the saxophone
player in a setting where some like it hot.
Déjà vu; and she comes back again…
around the corner in her shop,
she’s looking for mail-no it’s email.
She re-animates old romance.
Don’t leave, don’t go.
(Do you remember that cliche?)
I see her there pausing in the film melt.
We meet inside and outside of this old/new place.
Her soft eyes share more than a moment but that’s
Life screenings the characters replay.
See them tracing, calling, pulling,
collecting, and selecting:
I don’t want that. I want that. And then
finally,I want to stop agreeing to things
I don’t want.
What do I want?
Even so the story is not real because it’s life in a movie.
You play your meta-part:
in Seattle sleepless and An Affair to Remember.
You’re not the only one wasting time
living pre-scripted drama.
No time to wait.
Bring the paints and brushes.
Parvati calls Shiva to dance.
Come through the sky water
so blue it draws the yearning
out and fills your life canvas
beyond thought dissolving the
Rumi echoes die inside this flame.
Ever marked and related though invisible.
Life unfinished always and