You’re like a warm rush past my ear,
..just out of sight;
faint whispers and murmers mixing,
..just out of range;
some thick blurred membrane that marks here
from there,
pressing lightly against my shoulder,
once again.
These unexpected moments
that poke holes in other thoughts,
have no rhyme or reason.
They enter unannounced,
with paid receipts,
and claim attention;
laying images out on the coffee table,
and playing familiar music.
At times,
each sits on stage alone,
unconcerned with clocks,
as it pours into seconds and minutes.
Still, the rules are obeyed;
as they leave with no more than they came;
passing ordinary distance in the hall,
hurrying to settle back in,
once again.
Life pushes us through each day,
and pulls us from the next,
dropping changes like tokens.
At times,
I wonder what life you’re living out,
on a path on the other side of a mountain.