temporal tap dance on cloud 9

all the bitter things can fade without a moment’s

hesitation

when melody sets in

when tones thought so comfortable to the one in pain

flood the room---

these notes, tunes, rhythms bring one to the special places

the minute seconds of one’s life

where one wishes it would last forever &

the tears of joy can enter in

where the covering of the face is sometimes essential

because such bliss can be embarrassing

creating thoughts like

everything’s gonna be ok &

inside the pushing away of everything trying to slowly

eat

at

you &

a rush of exciting sensations giggle their way into the veins

pumping in the heart a new lightening fire &

where there was once a great passion lacking

there now is a great one growing &

out through the fingertips

glowing like E.T

stretching out to touch that of a loved one

stretching out to make a new acquaintance

stretching out to link up communication again

with the world that almost had been

left---

teetering on the brink

we’re teetering on the brink of something new

every time the bitter things fade

every time they pass

if but for only a few moments &

if we could just fold them up to keep them stashed away in our

pockets

until they were needed again

then that would be a wonderful turn of

events---

this identification of the extent to which out brains

the extent to which our emotions can fluctuate &

produce more things beyond the mere survival of our

ancestors,

we pass on, all in the blink of an eye

until all the bitter things pop right back.