With no one else present I relate to the Self.
Full-brimming with emotional solvents I dissolve all thats left.
Riding no-hands smiling beneath a clipped crescent moon…
With so much room, so much room
beneath myself and above the sky so black and bluely true.
White headphones, steady rhythms, a black jacket and gloves.
A soulful drumbeat giving my insides a hug…
Peddling, moving, fly-dancing home.
Breathing smiles, old memories on this familiar paved road.
All mixed-together-whole, completed with questions of the unknown.
Exploring the soar pit in my stomach, the boundary between myself,
and what I used to have known…
Gratitude’s golden threads I hold onto like a light balloon.
Let them carry me, carry me
up to that clipped crescent moon.