The quiet whispers in our heads, intimate conversations in the mind or trying to move past chaos, the noise… these are the voices that hearken back to love. A subject of no expertise and yet it is something innate in all of us. The capacity to love… quiet as it may be, there is possibility and opportunity everyday if only we endeavor to commit to it in any way we can.

Everywhere there is earth
and miles I am from
touching flesh, the soil
embedded upon your skin where
my cold hands direct me
to seek a kind warmth among
the undisturbed roots, seeds
where I want to grow old
at once as I crawl beside
these quiet vines… much like
walking through wheat stalks
to catch a glimpse of sun
in your eyes;
to swing from the rays
and dangle, forever hang
because I am closer to
reaching God when I
hear you speak, breathe
into your contemplation
and pray be bold enough
to intervene, make an
impression everlasting
just as these footprints
dig deep emulating desire,
need and want–
it makes me ashamed now
how much more I absolutely want
that I recoil,
refrain from

-mr gahon 11/15/13


About mr gahon

poet... writer... culinarian... i like to work with food that appeals to the senses, write words that taste even better View all posts by mr gahon

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