visions of other
worlds
in this dense mind
there are visions
of other worlds
with lots of "I love that"
every piece is found
everything fitting
always just enough
no pain in chest
no fighting in the stomach
stupid and happy
so we can dance at the bus depots
and airport gates
but here we are waiting
for a call
a voice from out of the void
but not just a voice
the one voice that would make it matter
your voice
your breath really
your heart
and heat and smell
your life
waiting for the all encompassing you
waiting then for not you
but your essence
something you cannot give
but is there in the silence of ourselves
waiting for the domino effect of emotions
to cease falling
and reveal the underlying secret
the roots are poking out
the bottom of the planter
and cracking through the sidewalk