All Things All At Once


Pried apart these pieces.
So many, scattered and shaken.
Blowing away in the first big storm.
The strain of the sun until the glow of the moon.
I still stare up.
The silence rolls to the noise. Steady, swerving, straight ahead, sideways.
We ride along bumpy roads going nowhere.
These tunes sound familiar but never sung before. These stories seem strangely told but we’re telling them for the first time. These colors—there are so many and yet I’m a color-blind soul.
Sigh when you’re alone and save the breaths for the moments.
See the stars and count them all until the morning comes.
Find the place in the backyard where the grass is wet and there are no familiar footprints.
Just be still.
Take it all in with open hands.
Let me see those palms. Keep them flat. Keep them straight. Keep them bowed.
The world watches but then disappears the next second. The wind captures us running as fast as we can, then sucks us apart.
Time. To be still. To run ragged.
Time. To want more. To fear more.
Time.
Keep the hands open and the heart still.
Keep the eyes up and the knees down.
Keep dreaming.
It’ll keep. No matter the time. No matter the date.
They’re all numbers spiraling skyward like pockets of clouds. Passing you by. Fading away. Drifting on.
But you’re still here.
You’re still here. And there’s work to be done. And there’s love to be shown. And there’s life to be lived.
Open hands.
A beating heart.
Here we go. 

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