There is nothing
more tenacious
than a weed
stretching tall
seeking
in a
long stretch
the kiss
of the sun
Except me
seeking out
the touch
of your love
upon my soul
Its not a mountain
it’s a volcano
stable
in a dormant state
waiting
with movement
far below
undetected
by anyone watching
but there
and ready to blow
when
least expected
An exhale
as knots loosen
and muscles
unnoticed
in their burn
ease up
into a sensation
of melting
as the news
comes
is good
and the tension
of bracing
for the worst
lets go
Sometimes
hopelessness
touches down
like a disease
spread through
momentary contact
and nothing
feels okay
until
a little note
catches your eye
and reminds you
to take a breath
and let muscles
relax
Jigsaw puzzles
are supposed
to fit together
each piece
falling into place
until
it becomes whole
and the
full picture
visible.
Today
my brain
is not so uniform
as all that