Earthenware Interlocutor

[changethesystem]

Strings of grass
falling from the sky
that is her head
wrapped round those shoulders of
oh snap.

There were falling
many words
left in the air
as were woven
strands of string
which bond the air
between us
not to snap.

Questions or answers?
or more questions;
dance with me, will you?
But we are already dancing,
to what rhythm?
I think I start to hear it,
fear it,
no,
it's just there,
you there with me,
and there we are,
I learn
that we learn from the pattern
we weave in the air
as we dance the steps
to the music we make
and see at the end
a tapestry,
a symphony
of simplicity,
and sanctimonious
even as we stray apart,
more different and learned
in the ways of the ways between us
and in us,
and there it is as it begun,
one by one,
yet together as people,
even when apart.

What strange relief I feel
after this reel.
How surreal
that this would be
what happens with me
when talking to a person
personally.

Until next we meet,
dance floor moving below our feet,
tapestry in the sky,
interaction: you and I,
on the Rock,
all for a time, for eternity.

© Gabriel Koulikov