PonderEthereal

that breath halting moment
away from the moment
that fly off occurs
from landing of butterflies.
Beauty so deeply,
breathtaking, so quickly.
A sideways askew view
of realness is sinking
and layers dismissing
themselves away softly
to leave something delicate,
something mistakenly left out by chance.

Something so surreal
sneaks into the near real
and one gem escapes filled with salt and a knowing.
So surely, so truly,
it’s laid out before me
as clearly and certainly as it could be.

A long way from here
there’s a man with a smile
who’s got nothing but time
and a handful of daisies.
One cup or two cups
or even have eight cups,
a delicate balance of heart and the truth.

Could I make a choice
to go spinning away,
and would echos evade their escaping?
If I made the choice,
if the choice came by me,
would that I made the choice, but correctly.
But choices be damned,
it snuck in through the creases.
I never allowed it.
I didn’t decree that
I’d let it, be ready
or even suspect it
and yet, fuck it all, here I am.