The gradient
June 4, 2014
We connect
the dots on a graph
with straight lines.
But between them
there is a story to tell
There was a line
between this one
in the text
but it didn’t rhyme
with the rest.
Our eyes
like small telescopes
dart from here to there
only able to focus
on one thing, then the next
And in this moment
There is another time
running
alongside
that could have been
I play a minor key
A sharp, a flat…
but there are more tones
between white
and black.
There are notes
between notes
and life between thoughts
and no spaces
inallofthefolds…
Yet in the pauses
between words
and wars between urge
There is love.
and love does not cancel love,
I believe