collaboration

the art of the every moment
the standing in line
the coming together in life
the sitting, each to himself,
in the quiet of the self-obsessed
shattered by connection
a word
a color
a spark
of recognition
of the sameness
of the differences
of the impulse to share
shared
a covenant of two or more
gathered in the name
of more than one
together
sharing the limited supply
of endless possibility
and taking
tearing
speaking
gluing
taping
decorating
making something special
in this moment
in this presenting now
in the company of others
for as little
for as long
the exchange, now permanently bound
by a shared memory
can become, again, in the distance
of cutting ones self off from the
togetherness
a single, solitary, one-sided obsession
but the moment
the time shared
the words exchanged
the *seeing* of the same set of seconds
in time
oooooooooooooooooooooooooh, then
if we might string those together,
might we have a better look
at the totality of our togetherness?
of the face of god?
of who we be to one another?
of what we look like?
of the world we make?
that can not, does not, will never exist
ever again
without some moment
some intersection of shared?

here

still
quiet
in the cinnamon morning
on the nutmeg couch
saying yes to everything
yes
yes
yes
yes
yes
discernment clouds my open mind
i want the healthy joy
of yes
and i look at my pilings up
of yesses
my long absence caused by excess
and wonder
aloud
what to do with all this?
it is time to cut away
to clear a path
to move on
out the door
into the wider world
of unknown
and yet
i cannot
truly
let go
of all that goes
with me

and so i sit in the afterglow of crumbs
and taste the dregs of mocha longings
and feel the swell of spice
inside my nasal passages
i am going on a journey
across tempests and droughts
and i will be okay
as soon as i can
let go
of the
shore...