Sunset Dinner for Two Moi

I always have a question but nothing to ask for, so I let the fork trace the plate, the sun trace my skin, not in the mood to look again within.

The boisterous environment brings to me flavors and feelings varied and lively: hot stomach on delay, cool pool without any body expanding in it, how far I could walk, all the fires I could smell, brilliant, rippling like colored flags in the wind.

I look at the water as I chew, on a date with my reflection eating pineapple and musing, how romantic. I love that the pineapple is trying to eat me back even through it is achingly sweet, juice dripping out of my mouth.

A big splash arrives, spurting, stinging my lips and teeth. In I send the familiar flesh of papaya for a reprieve from the internal attack.

Nothing will eat me back. Well, nothing will out eat me, I am the primary consumer in the tiny world of my life. Yum, yum, yum.

I have foolishly gobbled it, including skin, hammering home the mountain of impatience that I need to traverse. In this area I am weak. I want things to arrive now, but on my great date with myself I can fall in love will the mess I make, juice watercoloring the table in front of the cool pool.

Inhaling all things

Spicy in regression

Learning again to be tempered

Like the ice clinging to form at the bottom of a glass

Cheers, pretty baby. *raises tumbler*

Don’t call me that.

I’ll call nothing at all, but a question.

And here we let the ice rattle around, friction brings it back to an origin story. Water water everywhere, but not a drop of ink.

I’ll take a question.

I should be taking notes.

How do we cultivate our mind so that solutions arrive easier that way?

I don’t want to be a solver. I want to be a swimmer.

And that’s about self worth. Whether you like it or not. When you hit the cool pool you articulate uniqueness for time, place, audience, the continuum of our specific life.

*SPLASH* Oh sure, jump in to avoid me. Solution’s dilution. Let it get wet. That question will wait, leaky and squeaky or high and dry. We should wait hours before we dive in, but you can’t. You can’t wait. And I guess that leaves me waiting for the day you can see waiting as something besides wasting. You know they are not the same.