To look up at a cloudy sky
and feel the sun
to notice the stains on the carpeted bus
and live every drop of juice every
fingerprint on the A/C vent every
crumb left on the seat
to look at your face after so long
and feel that I know you so little
to look at your face after so little
and feel that I’ve known you so long
to board the prolific ship of my imagination without a pass
to drive through mountains looking over precipices and
feel my body fall and
arrive safely each
time
to step and
step and
step or
dive into the everything
into the nothing
to love you with conditions and
unconditionally hurt you
as I howl
to accept it all as is
to trust as I am suspended and
the ocean takes me ∇ and out
The Naked Pianist 