unbornbloom

I stand on the fringe of extremity, in the elevated suburbs of Union City. Overhanging, overlooking, I touch the pane, and suppress the reflective perception of inside, behind.
Instead, I focus on the buzz of a tousled city below, and though the lights are significant of the vastness of this state, this country, this world with all of its distractive technologies, I wonderis she out there somewhere, paused, and pulled back from reality, thinking of me?

The strange strip of sky exposed between the dramatic weights of opposing parallel fronts broods in proximity, just above the city. The strange unveiled hue between the two aerial masses, it moves me to smile, to sigh, to call back to subtle blue eyesand recent recollection of reality melts into some strange version of prophetic fantasy placed on a future meeting at the sea

Im calm.
Never so calm, in all of my life, let alone with the embodiment of powerlessness at hand, yet there I stand. I hold her hand and the straps of my sandals. The sun is bright and blinding but blocked by the wide brim of my felt hat that we are shadowed under, sharing shade and more over a kiss that carries chemical frequencies of eternity. Smoothed to soft edges by the waves, eternity is an electric forcealways shifting, never dissipating, always lastingwe stand.

And then my brief glimpse of a forever fades
The clouds loom, and the serene break in the storm dies.


-D.