Just beneath the surface of life
a river used to surge;
fierce, electric
so much moving now still.
Daily patterns recur
iterate like memes incessant
bristle (get out of my head)
slow, attune, resume
each day hard-won
a better view to…
perspective?
The heart of the matter.
Where is it.
That sweet spot where we make out
tender, humane, achingly beautiful
stories told:
a long conversation
the hand of a friend
a clearing through fog
a way that is wise, open, that reassures
that speaks to me —
Wow.
Why am I wowed by that?
Ah, well, fellow traveler the rain won’t materialize so let’s try another coffee.
Or something.
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*originally published July, 2020
Kelly Huntson 