Step Dance

these phrases

so easy to shout

so quick to bark

so purposeful

to spit from the lips

with their friggin'

countless so many

damn tedious steps

following after

these words

carving the

long path

to the finish

even with the most

determined

accomplished

initial utterance

 . . . repair the latch . . . take out the

trash . . . trim the hedges . . . weed

the garden . . . clean the pond . . .

change the tire . . . shovel the driveway

and the walk . . . fill the shakers with

pepper and salt . . . mow the grass . . .

getting them done often being one

unanticipated annoyance

ruffling spill and interruption

after another

so why is it then

such a smooth

endless freefall

through the night

through the dark

tumbling into the

light past all thought

wrapped in what

the body clings to

when there is so

much tangible and

amorphous left to do

when the soul warns you

about the infinitely

complex and eternal

when you mean it

when you feel it

after you whisper

to that one someone

i love you