that one spring
day

Left or right.
And I might have even
gone straight.
Even so, at the end of my path
that somehow became
the beginning.

Rewrite redo respond
to our white washed
one way street of passivity

What if it wasn't too much too ask
for everything you wanted
what if it was all right there
in front of you

I find myself back there
a time-traveler in my own right
adventurous child in my heart

and that we had in common, the artichoke and I, 
a heart that was prickly and guarded--
but not impossible to get to

I arrive only to turn my back
and walk in the other direction

how far from home are you? 
and when will you realize that you must return? 

traveling through time and space
to be near to you
no boundaries, no limits

distance doesn't separate us, 
we know better than that. 

here, I learn what listening means
and when I've gone far enough, 
and can hear perfectly
what it is I've been listening for all along

it is rare to find someone who can so aptly put
life in a box and yet display its infinite nature, 
all at the same time

I saw the moment you cracked
and the light came pouring through
It was rich and warm, like the sun.

just as the rising sun
kisses the hills with golden light, 
each morning just the same, 
as if to say--you.  you, I love. 

What if the dry, cracked earth
below your feet
swallowed you up one day

a retreat into the stillness of my own heart
to remember what I've forgotten

do you want to know what love is? 
walk away from all the others
and walk towards yourself

there were other things too
things you thought you'd be able to say
but couldn't