sunday afternoon muse
Location
sunday afternoon, over musings and tea
you ask why
so (answers in-kind, what pretend witticisms, how fun)
why do humming birds fly
and bees alight, translucent wings shining like petals?
it's natural
it's the only thing to do
but if you
shook your head
and demanded a real answer
immortality
you laugh
no really
[ sunday afternoon:
- sunshine glares
- dancing dust motes
- lethargy among good company
->metaphysical reality
what a beautiful abstraction ]
yes
yes
to fulfill a divinity and calm greater than myself
to caress the border of harmony with woven letters
and intertwined words
to touch the essence of the eternal and infinite
yes
that is why i write