Expressive Explorations

To create and maintain 32 seconds of wonder can take a lifetime. Like some strange law of diminishing returns, where meaning spreads out, like ripples, from the creator, who finds such pride, such purpose, in their process, that they drop a stone into water that splashes through the medium of people. We can create our meaning, through where we spend our time, if you can feel it gleaming.  ------ I'm very grateful to have this poem published in Issue 2 of Flights . 

We are walking in a wood. To our left I see paper in the process of dissolving in a pool of water. You are wearing a long, beautiful skirt, that I haven't seen you in before, which occasionally swishes against the clumps of newly fallen leaves. Above, the wind replies. Nearby, to our right, but out of sight, water burbles by, though the ground we walk on is gradientless. Birds chatter music all around, enjoyably consuming lingering summer insects. There are no further away sounds. We have walked like this for years, extensive explorers. Stronger. Interlinked. A twig snaps. You turn to me with a well-known, warm, calm smile. Let's keep going .