day 7

clean

there is something
a blank slate
a white wall
a deep breath of spring
a wash of light and air
freedom

dirty

there is something
a black slate
a white stare
a deep ache of stale winter
a slosh of muck and wear
freedom

for all the alchemy of form...

for all the
alchemy of
form

i find my way

through the space
of piles cleaned
up, shuffled,
rearranged,
i move the
energy that
lets you
surface

for this
moment
of stillness
still in this
presence
silent
i drop into you

and we
are together
again
for the
first time.