Wednesday, October 26, 2016

Ancient

He is one of the ancients
He speaks in a tongue
From before the water was
And before the wind breezed
And from before the fire warmed and grew hot
And from before the land was earth
And from before the stars formed constellations in the clear midnight skies
I am rearranged in micrometers instantly
By the simple invitation of a smile...
He reaches between the silence where the atoms are spaced
And draws out the unsaid things
How dare he define my self decided complexity
In 9 words
On a Tuesday over coffee as it rains
He is one of the ancients
He speaks to me in this language
Because he knows I will understand
Because sometimes I remember
Unexplainably so
The times from when
Before the water was