Gathering
No, I'm not asleep I'm just gathering the light of the sun I'm collecting the drone of workaday bees and the scent of the earth and the cool of the grass at my back I'm storing the heat against the ravage of winter I'm stacking the days that promise fine to soften the ones that shower hot sparks and I'm racking the sound of a simmering kettle and touching the places where sun bends on metal Feeling the air with the tips of my fingers testing a movement for the times when I'm still bending and stretching without moving a muscle pulling the silences from inbetween words pushing them closer to spread out the time and carrying closely the full weight of nothing to which I can add the lightness of love and any or all of the selection above and I've loosened the tick from inside the clock now time limps along in a haphazard style lurching from corners I fill up with senses that one day will hammer and mend all my fences so, no, I'm not asleep, I'm just gathering the light of the sun you'll know when I'm ready and primed like a gun when I've added the sound of your voice for awhile and the weight bends my face to the shape of a smile
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