Sitting across from you.. both of us wearing ourselves in the open. I watch the words bouncing from my mouth, off of your eyes.. and into the street. And the bicycles run them over in front of Regions' Field. The IPA in my glass stares up at me, grinning back at me, looking delicious.
And for a second I want to fight to hold on to my anger, my struggle to work over the world's insufficencies. but that thought faulters. And I grin.
And I'm left with the serene silence of your company.. the of the moment.. that we're here and the world is a quiet creature. Inhaling, exhaling, admiring the stars... who are also silent and spectacular.
I am overwhelmed with gladness to be here. This is not the story you read about!! or have ever known!! This is not the wheel turning over and over.. or the headstone laying in wait for you.. it is something else. Born of the woods, ruled by none. I am enthralled, no matter where it leads.
Andrew Tipton
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
Posts
No comments:
Post a Comment
Please comment about life. There are no parameters, say what you want about whatever you want - freedom.