Part of the Infinite
Once I cleared the horizon
I discovered the only way
to have no reference
was to have no relationship
Which really is impossible,
as wherever I go,
I’m part of the Infinite
New Territory
In between
the words seeped in
filling up the gaps
Promised to become agates
jewels of wisdom quiet
in a thousand years or ten
The geography of relationship
a thing of beauty, at worst
when observed from a distance
Looking at us from a 1,000 feet up
there is a landscape of swirls
and incredibly lush color
as we enter brand new territory
House of Kindness
Our house, if considered
speaks silently
of our lives and nameless quirks
Stoically witnesses
our poetry and sciences
And surrounds our life together
with kindness and generosity
