Nice Digs

Smirks held at arm’s length

Just enough to question

a boldness brave enough to embody

a pause

long enough to reposition

a shift in momentum

a yield in caution

if I give

you will take

and in arches and curvatures

comes discomfort and dystonia

an unwinding to the shape of your smile and play.

I wrestled with your silly digs

and dug a little deeper,

uncovering dormant vessels

lying lucidly in opportunity...

in waiting.

Again, fertile soil, sweet upon inhale

a shift to uproarious wind and whipping,

then suddenly to silence and a soft settle

dusted upon the places meant to cover

and a clearing on the surfaces meant to be revealed

placing my hands upon my chest

in an attempt to capture the cry

in this moment

I remembered.