today i walk a very familiar path looking down, a hundred paths like the one i'm on but today, i'm floating above the old way watching it from on high as i also walk upward
overheard in our sacred circle "so much of what i see is just wallpaper. surrounding me so many of our interactions full of useless words wallpaper. even my saying this is wallpaper. and i wonder... what's underneath?"
overheard in my head (and repeated aloud) "more wallpaper."
and then a bout of uncontrollable laughter as well as some tears
soaking in the hot tub the courage to ask if i could come over to hear no and then the reward of yes..
the steam lifting to the sky the heat of being surrounded by water the pressure of the jets on my back the glow of the moon ensconced in clouds and the tall trees keeping me company
possibility rainbows refracted through crystal they move as the sun passes through the sky you could paint them on the wall where they dance capture some version of them so when night comes you can point to where the sun was
or
so when another day comes you'll simply have more rainbows