our lines and patterns intersect,
we all are cause, we’re all effect –
we climb the tower, join the wind
somewhere i end and
you begin
your pictures travel through the air;
my words, they wander everywhere —
we cannot ever truly see
where they will end
where they will be
somehow, our thoughts and words are vining –
interlacing, intertwining –
then to break apart and go,
after one brief cameo
lines and patterns intersecting
sondering and self-correcting
taking what each other’s giving
pausing then
resuming
living
(Inspired by this post.)
To share is human:
I read your words in a jail cell to keep my mornings familiar. They really do go everywhere.
And so we sonder on!
Indeed we do…