Space 1/8/17

Nobody would complain if we heard that one more time

Because it’s good. It’s really good

There’s no denying it

I just have the feeling sometimes that I think it’s time to move on

And I just can’t listen to it one more time

At least not right now

The pulling and the mourning

For things gone too fast

Only now living in the memory

Unable to put it to bed at last

But there are those times

When I played a song for an entire day

I wanted it to encapsulate every cell of my being

Swim in it

Or the times I counted when I walked

Just so I wouldn’t think

Because sometimes thinking is just too much

There is a dark hole between thinking and feeling

Or maybe 1000 doors

That may or may not be locked

Infinite variables, uncertain outcome

Grabbing my hand to run

Maybe you never thought of it

Never crossed your mind

Processing is so inherent and diverse

It is good though to be able and to stop

Catch your breath

Feel your breath

So, you can even hear the words when they come

Or hold the pen to write

Needing to make space and listen

Feel the rhythm of my own body

Finding my way in the universe