steve a. manolis poet

Becoming

 

There is the deep sense of becoming interwoven

 

Like a flannel shirt on a cold morning,

 

Or the dew sitting upon a blade of grass

 

Or snow capped mountains, or just a cup of coffee

 

Always sitting perfectly in your hand

 

No matter how sleepy you might be,

 

And your eyes are closed, but everything you wish for

 

Is right there, within reach, without looking

 

 

 

You might think comforting thoughts, as if

 

We are worn into each other like an old throw

 

Across your shoulders and your knees

 

Crunched up into your chest, arms and

 

hands wrapped around your legs and you gently rock

 

you know that motion of rocking, like a child

 

a self-comforting feeling just wishing

 

or maybe even not wishing, but thinking without thought

 

and there I am before you, so familiar you could trace every part

 

of my being and not miss a beat…but there is more, oh so much more

 

desire drives to want more, to be more, to seek and feel more

 

and that's the thing, you are always there, and right here.