soniacookbroen
living here.
words were loaded to the vessel of my mouth
and lacked the gusto to get out
I stayed in limbo
for some time
contemplating you
and like some limber leaves upon a vine
I unfurled finally
this time
from whence I came
could not return
and forth I seek
this middle moment
my soul quietly does keep
this precious now
cannot slip like silk upon the floor
it is my buoyant breath
which ties this moment to all the rest.