Cereal

Together we are surprisingly simplified, a good sign,

like our love of cereal.

When my thoughts spiral and cascade like your curls, I go to hold your hand, cold or hot, steady or shaking.

Catching my reflection in the a distant mirror that I didn’t put up is extremely distracting. I’d rather catch it in the slop sink or trust you enough to look at me for me.

A future where mirrors are obsolete is fine, even though I do love mirror, I do love shine, I do love to catch your eye.

Then we will catch reflection in pools of water to check our posture, mostly with the question in mind

am I in alignment

with what is natural

so I can be in alignment with what is transcendent?

Together in a hot, soft moment we are becoming real.

All the moments of differing size and quantity

that move us along.

It wasn’t for me but for us,

it was for our eyes to see the stars and for our skin to ripple in the ocean, and sink, and the breeze and bath to soften us against a hard world.

10 dryer sheets of vulnerability and our hearts pounding for enlightenment.

If not for each other then for the future of

care and cereal and uncertainty.