Always There
From the first breath from your first look up
from your first steps every turn those twists
the churning tears the rising switchbacks the stirring mountain highs
the valleys lived the streams of consciousness
the shoring up the rivers down the riding waves of rapids dreams
the timbre of the voices heard and the echoes reassure
the howl
of canyon creeks thoughts received ford relief
in the always there the inner metaphysics
the arc in the texture of the crossing beams
the other day the other way the other side
the inner forms it takes to remain unframed
the building weight the lifting light of passing byes the human rise
the where you are there
in the here the quiet in the silence the knowing that
the given stability is the ability to grace the ground of
what is always there
mother
father
earth and sky
the invisible why is the fabric of the magic
we make
3/20/21
