light

I didn’t know whether to watch you
Read or
Listen to you
Read the words that mean so much.

The galloping silence only
Broken by a voice
Or the breeze so generously blowing in on our minds.

Running ideas into the night
(Not) Intolerant at time for trying to define, but letting it vanish like vapor.
We are safe then
And couldn’t find each as othered or not of the me—
It wasn’t like that.
It wasn’t at all like that.

We had all night to fall into words
For moods triumphant as the humility one gets from spending the night
next to the ocean when just being alive is the only thing explainable.