anymood

bilby commented on the word anymood

I will come for you in your city of towers

of howling expressways

of banyan trees made islands

of hope searching reclaimed earth.

I will leave a hint of fingerprints on double-glazed windows

tight against dust and tempest,

heat and loss.

I will come inside the bubbles of your laughter and

blow them larger. They will envelop us and carry us away, high and careless and

dizzy-me-ree, over the pulsing sea. When the bubbles burst we will float back to

earth like dreams who are still learning.

I wear the garb of anymood, tailored for seasons that

wear at knee and elbow, that tug at forelock and conscience, that are

ready to be shucked before known but are worn on

regardless. Nothing ceases. Life is too

big to fail.

Dust is bustled aside. Ants set in order their sacred homes. Air calms its

quarrels between high and low pressure with

swords sheathed, uneasily.

I am called to walk where your feet have walked. I place my steps

gently within yours, testing for fit.

I will hear the breath of your sleep. You chant hyms in Tibetan. I

sit on my mountain-peak of nothingness, watching you.

You are reflected in planes circling, landing, resting and

grazing on asphalt fields.

I glide in the ether of expectation.

Trepidation.

Anticipation.

December 25, 2009