I. we have met before.
II. in the in between, i will create, this is how you can learn me.
II. i walk side streets so i have space to see the person i want to be when i’m with you-she walks beside me, her attention is as thick as a winter curtain, she is forever from the earth.
IIII. how does my patience fit here? i have been put together , and i have been pulled apart. you were a face, now you are a text. i was woman, i was girl. i grew,i fell. how can my patience grow here?
IIIII. i moved too many times to be able to hold on to time. i fear i will never find time with people i love. when i am without time, i am in rush, the rush of school children running out the gate, running down the hill, never knowing when the ground under them will run out.
IIIII. you are the only person i have met who laughs louder, stronger, bigger, deeper than me. laugh. laugh.
IIIIII. numbers where my specialty until grade 3. i believe in trilogies. i believe that my two hands can fit yours. i believe all cloud formations release the same drops, that all tears are made of the same components.
IIIIIIII. i’ve been stuck in mud before. i’ve walked up mountains before. i have worn the wrong shoes, misjudged the distance, forgot pain killers, found that the forgetting is what allows me to connect to the stars that guide the god in us.
IIIIIIIII. maybe you will never come back, maybe our shoulders brushed each other by, maybe that gave me the breeze , the slight shift in direction i needed. i was heading to the east, now i am facing the west. my heart is wrapping itself around the centre.
IIIIIIIIII. i imagine. i imagine it all. i imagine guiding you through sun salutations, adjusting your shoulders, connecting you with ease. i imagine speaking the written words, releasing the voice in me that is rooted in nature. i imagine swaying, soft white cotton, foreheads leaning. i imagine stuttering but trying to speak , slowly, then furiously, before the judgement can trap me. i imagine nervous smiling falling away into grounded tears. i imagine shedding so i have more space to hold you. i imagine we fit.
- Sa Fa
Copyright by Sa Fa 2016