contrast is needed
to create dimension
in a painting
and in a meal the same
in the body
of what
is between
you and me
in a cup of coffee maybe
sunshine and danger
tender
in the dark
apples and onions
maple syrup and soy sauce
the way you make me angry
the way you fill me up

the
stolen moments
when chaos hits

be it good
be it bad

before
we pour
the alcohol

before the chance
to split

when we are all
just in it

together

in the transient pause

the freedom

in the moment
right
before

changing direction

without wanting

to make a new plan

but
when
being forced.

I spent
all the time
by myself
the tree branches
articulated
naked
the legs of
my pants
covered in mud
there was no rock and sway
just the silence
water frozen solid
moving
hand over foot

traveling erosion

I circled through the space
a cratered moon
with a bic lighter
without a song
a broken smile
only the miles
before me
and behind
me.