she’s making this up as she goes along.
she’ll make it half a block, then decide.
where she’s going comes into play.
it’s the great unknown they speak about.
catechism never predicted what she found.
this time she heard response from strangers.
she was by all accounts, surprised.
it was counting rocks and measuring water
that revealed the most to her. unexpectedly.
she said, I speak with them as human beings.
she realized, as is music as are sciences,
she needn’t tighten the strings to appreciate.
just as god doesn’t paint every dawn one by one
a thousand thousand times.
dawn knows what to do.
she observed, we get what we’re ready to receive.
along with birds and rocks, we are god’s agents
here. beingness is a function of willingness.
openness to possible.
the thing about the ocean is, constant motion.
likewise, she is never only just one person alone.
she is everything touching her.
no borderlines. wet.
dawn and dusk are one coin.
all that ever was, all that is or will be, emerges here.
the grasp of fingers intertwined.
landing from a sky inside. we arrive.
while dawn makes day makes dusk makes night,
each interact yet each carries its own table of truths.
plates and knives and spoons and forks. placed by hand.
the great grand theory of everything is simply
there is not one. there are many.
a pleasure when feet find their way.