Can we fit these singing mountains inside the basket
your heart reeled me into?
Or maybe the rivers, the sunsets and the coyote?
Can the energy flowing between our hearts, our minds,
fit inside or…
will the weave burst, filling our laughter up all the way
to the top of every
split second of
Everywhere I turn the words fall silent, singing depths and I’m left
For you. And.
For those friends who are closer than the closest.
Our basket tips, overflowing with abundance,
like the way your eyes drew me to you
and the way my tears fell easily with the friend of friends who
brought me to your heart, to hers, to my own heart…
and to this place,
this forever measures out the next time and place
of happy faces pushed against each other,
skin blending souls blurring lines and distinctions…
’til we find we’re scrambling
for more to fill and overflow
the reunion of souls.