= One

= One

8 february 2019

 jp

Cumulus clouds building high up still in blue

Catching setting sun tinge of orange tangerine

Margaritas all afternoon

Now a cigarette and cerveza

Black long tailed bird it sings:

“Oh wind in the palms

In the tips of my feathers

Whisper heavily, draw

The waves beneath me

Wash me to their rhythm”.

In the distant humid haze

A white cruise ship

Ghost like passes to the north

One ship

One thousand souls

Passing distant from this beach sand and wave swash dancing about my feet:

Distant from all of us

Distant from you and me

Distant from the boy we see who learns to swim

In the waves of an eternal sea.

So we sat in the sand

I kissed the salt on your skin

Your loins wet while we talked

Of surgery and software and bureaucracies and wars

Of all the things that are nothing

Knowing our hands are here empty and no longer play no cards.

We found solace in the small garden talk

Tomato seeds and backyard bricks and dogs

The small things in which we live

Like snowfalls and traffic and water treatment plants and shopping prices

And our small failures to each other to forgive.

Why

I wondered

The oiled tips of your swelled breasts

So thick upon my finger tips

Would I feel lonely

You mentioned Libya and bombs our voices then dropped quiet

Uncomfortable silence

The big weighed down upon us.

A moment.

And I turned to fold your breast out

And bent to suckle there

Warmth coursing in meridian heat

Rediscovering

Passion two we are small we are big

Terror knowing never ever will we console each other

But in that moment disappear.

So  upon my skin

We are big, we are small

We sit with the yellow sand, look out on blue, and blue again above

My skin tingles

A paradox of where the twain shall never meet

The space between the two

Bringing each and every one of us together.

The paradox where truth equals two equals one.

We are one.

None.

One.

All

= One.