somewhere in between
a memory and an imagination
something roots
and grows
and becomes
a reality.

does it matter?

are dreams part of it?
does it live in our senses?
does it live in our thoughts?
does it exist out there
by itself
without us?

does it wait for us to realize it?
understand it
and maybe believe in it?

does it shake?
does it hurt?
like we do
does it walk
like we do?

do we catch it?
do we breathe into it
and out?

how do i capture it?
how do i save it?
why do i save it?
how do i know if it's it?
does it matter?

maybe the where you are
maybe the what you do
maybe the what you want to do
maybe the who you've been
maybe the what you see
maybe the who you know
the what you see
the what
the what
you want to see

maybe the night you have
maybe t e what yo mis
maybe the image
maybe the real image

the real
the real
maybe

i don't know.

linger

the sky did seem
to want to open up..
it didn't

but i don't mind
and we don't mind
your presence lingers
shines from inside
and warms us

for an undertanding

for an understanding
of why we do as we do
for a clearing
that seems so simple
and is yet
so impossible to reach
for a way of being
that is of no color
and has no name
but exists
I hope it exists..

the walls turn yellow and brown
and the air gets thick
the shadows shift and shiver
as the cranes fill the sight
the crows sing aloud
and the dust settles down

the dirt on the sidewalks will clear..