if i linger for a beat longer than a blink
if i close my eyes & conjure a space boundary-less & undiscovered
full of light
full of darkness
smelling of summer & salt
there you are
taking up the invisible corners
whispering to the day with an nearly imperceptible shadow
clinging to me like a dust mote that lands at three o'clock in the afternoon
finding its home upon my shoulder
light darkness summer salt
you are my summer grass
my small spark of everything outside the lines
some, let's linger and talk of radical bees & possibilities
there you are
