In a Jar Where we Keep It

Living in a moment,

Best illustrated in pieces.

Pieces of sounds, of movements, of touch, of memories-

             Just being born

Instances nesting on a line,

Punctuated at the junction

Of where, "who i am"

            Meets, "who i was"

            Meets, "who I'm becoming"

            Meets, "Who I will be"- While "who I will be",

Is just taking shape.

In the gray apartment

Illuminated dimly, with lights of rust

And beams of sun, fighting valiantly

To break through the shutters.

Waves and wind pound at the gate,

And you're here- Holding me

Tightly against the rain

Providing and protecting,

             Holding quiet my head-

             Holding open my heart-

             Holding in my breath.

And then, we danced

Like nobody was watching

And who cares if they are?

After all,

That's what you taught me.

And cuddled up in cashmere,

The soundtrack plays on.

Every ounce of me, swaying to internal melodies,

             Shifting-

            Evolving-

Slowly becoming aware of the self, developing.

Listening, eyes closed

To the songs change, the beat becoming more and more familiar-

The sound of coming home

The sound of coming to

In that proverbial sense of, "coming to"-

Because what does that mean any ways?

Coming to you?

Coming to me?

Coming to a place-

          A space-

          A second, housed within a minute, housed within a lifetime-

Where a "you" and a "me", blend into each other

Where an "us" becomes an entity

Breathing quietly, peacefully, contentedly-

Within the jar where we keep it.

So here I sit safely

Within the jar, the snow-globed world

Enclosed, with you

In a dome with raindrops-

Whisking down on all sides of us

         Small Petals-

         Creating large puddles-

         Gorging out pools-

So large, we jump right in.

Because after all,

No sense in running-

From a raindrop.

No sense sidestepping-

An adventure.

No sense in questioning

The creation -

          Of the room-

          with the floor-

          with the crack, at the corner-

Which became the ravine-

          So big, we crawled right in and claimed it as our own.

No sense wondering why it is we can know for certain,

That this is where we were brought-

That this is where we were born-

That this is- gauged against all other notions of birth, and rebirth-

Of growth, and change-

This is, exactly where we belong.