[written in January 2019]
We have time
Long hours and golden sunlight
Each day offers the same amount of hours
Our city is awake
(Never sleeping) and in the sun
People brighten like tulips
Turning their faces south.
The water is always blue
And the sunlight is dripping molten
Curving around corners and rays
Punching through curtains to curl
Sleepily at the edge of the bed.
Our hearts quicken
Eyes flick from place to place
Wondering where we will be
And if perhaps we can stay.
The distance always lengthening
The ocean deepening
This city is alive and the world is waiting.
I found my voice in an open place
Listened as it echoed back,
Revealing something of myself
And sounding stronger than I felt.
What is worth doing if it isn’t anything?
Anything under the golden sun rays, dripping
Filling up our edges and chips,
Covering us like bark.
We’re ready for home,
Ready for anything.
As the sun slips away I take comfort in the expectation of dawn
Of another golden day
Of another velvet night.
Gratitude in the air around us, thick.
I see the beams slow,
Retract as if pulling its arms away
Grow quiet and furl, tuck itself below the horizon.
Sometimes I want to tuck myself away,
Behind the gentle curve of the mountains,
A tiny prick of sunlight, decide to stay for a while
On the other side of the world.