there is this light 9/2/19

I talk with a limp

and I walk with a lisp.

I get tongue-tied doing yoga.

I get mad at happy endings

and I am most happy, looking,

and get listless when its found.

I like being still in moving cars.

I feel a compassion for people

who look at me 

then quickly look a way.

I carry a heavy heart for my parents,

especially after they both passed.

they had what they thought 

were real expectations, 

for themselves and for me.

it t’was like life in a circus tent,

living like a close knit family,

as if one heart 

with so many appendages.

I have another part to me

that functions really well with feelings.

language doesn’t work well there,

but I can see the same sky 

that others secretly do.

I know what their favorite embrace feels like

and I have a place in me for sacred memories.

I view other’s memories shared from there.

I walk the same roads they do

but differently than they do

and I don’t know why that is so.

some people have said, 

it is because I have angels helping me.

I don’t know about that for myself

but often times I do feel expansive

beyond the point where I can think.

but I do know, I could live on feel. 

it doesn’t always translate into words

or even rational thoughts

but it does speak to the core

I sense in others.

I can go there without them knowing.

but when they do,

there is this light coming out of them.

and that is all I really care to know . . .