The trouble curves
are happen stance
triggered by some chance encounter.
With just one look,
all good judgement
is stripped and torn away.
Today we must redefined as the beginning
so that yesterday will have its purpose.
Everything between the delicate strangers
was going exactly as planned,
a chance encampment with a stranger
was the perfect recipe for walls to fall.
No matter how many hours are expected
it takes just one, to make it across.
Forever and a day perhaps
it should not make a difference
if we’re at the start or in the middle.
All we know is the here and now
where the fresh and new alike
both begin and start.
These kinds of beginnings
aren’t arranged or set to a plan
it makes no difference,
when we are called or drawn.
Everything prior hasn’t quite worked.
Hands reach to tell the story
spreading her uneven surfaces,
she and her early summer dress.
A new season is now upon us,
just as neither has truly asked
it’s hard to imagine why
this one was by herself.
A balanced playful mind,
witty and somewhat complicated
silence does not shake her confidences.
Eyes lock for the first time
and now this, is what is expected.
This newness calmly celebrates,
the march of a thousand beats plays
somewhere off in the distance.
I’m the first to admit
her spell seemed so far fetched,
yet here I am
twisted in her line.
Her new and handsome delivery,
we’re locked in a spacious room
we won’t quit until all the steps
are memorized and learned.