We approach each one
excited and proud —
hydrants with caps of
green and orange,
waiting to be flushed,
exorcised of rust,
effluvium and an
infinite number of
microorganisms,
then examined and oiled.
Mute and present
sentries
After a time,
conversation –
effortless,
flowing from exhilaration,
arcs of
arcane, topical logic —
“When the Weinstein story
came out Scorpio was ascending,
which governs the reproductive organs.”
On that warm fall morning,
in a strange Southern place,
you realize that
wisdom & knowledge are everywhere –
you find light in the
strangest of places –
and that we are all
interconnected in a
glowing, breathing,
translucent continuum
of love.
We hold each other up,
aces back to back.
Names known,
we get to know each other,
testing, listening, watching –
we have small, different ways,
but are patient
with each other’s
The water,
like love surging from
the center
of the universe,
explodes from the spout
in high white arcs
blowing away loose pine bark,
refracting a rainbow,
spilling into a pond.
A friendship formed
around water, sun,
earth, fire