The wind pressed on a smile
We gather our intentions and wait
Our ticking life tips us off to the waiting calm of our discoveries.
Simmering
It's the noticing that escapes us
The silent scream of invention in our ear.
We are surrounded by it in its silken blackness.
Slightly waving in the breeze.
Light peeks between the drapes.
Now... Now... Now...
A soft slow flash of knowing.
There and gone again.
But always there, waiting.
We stretch and reach for it from our seats.
We fail and learn and live with the courage of knowing
And that is enough, for now.
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