Controlled Burns: Poem 1
Apr 4, 2022
Starting with nothing but blue sky
until I realize I am adjusting to you.
it cannot be helped. how naturally it lapses.
it shows me in myself
that I am in a place of searching.
but what else might be required, might we be in wanting for?
the hand of fate looms in
splattering the vista
with the stain, distraction, of time…
It is like they are tap dancing or talking,
our hearts,
the rhythm is varied.
Even though there is a
change in the lighting, dramatic,
and the wind picks,
that all stops underneath the beat.
See the full video that the poem is based on here: https://www.instagram.com/p/CbAHnYbDTs1/
