I Manifest…
Dew covering Bermuda grass,
My bare feet sinking into the ground,
Wide eyes watching as a pink dawn breaks
A hand reaching for a hand
Fresh bread with a pat of butter and salt
Black coffee topped with thick, creamy foam
Two pennies in a parking lot, one shiny, one filthy
Matching socks
A warm towel pulled from a dryer
Memory, sharp and fast
Memory, gold-tinged and languorous
The silver of the moon cut up by blinds, falling over the cool wooden floor of my room
Hard rain on a Tuesday
An old fry underneath the passenger’s seat of a car
A surprise encounter with someone I’ve been longing to see
Steam on a bathroom mirror
A message written in the steam
The absence of belly rumbling
A fiery sunset, almost frightening in its intensity
The ticking of a clock in an otherwise silent room
A twig snapping underfoot
To be so deep in a moss-covered forest that I can’t hear the stream of traffic or a helicopter overhead
½ inch of hair growth each month
A candy-reddened tongue
Frost coating the windshield on a January morning, 7 am
A handwritten letter in the mailbox
Stocking feet padding down a stone hallway in the night
The twitching eyes of a dreaming dog
A farewell to arms
An itch between the shoulderblades
The harmony of a willing mind and body
A cheek pressed into a shoulder
Four raccoons in a tree, staring at me
Appropriate fear
Thunderstorms in spring, shaking new leaves
A crushed cup from Mcdonalds by a mailbox on a front lawn
Lights flickering alongside death
Body-warmed sheets, wonderfully
A body-warmed chair on a bus, awfully
Ants covering a lollipop dropped from a small, sticky hand
Release from time of the day, but not the time of life
A face colored by light shining through stained glass
So many stars above a swamp
A friend to call upon for nothing at all
Driving down a country road in the night, something strange caught in my headlights, which leaves me unharmed
Deep, passionate focus
Listening to the conversation of birds
Incense smoke caught in sun rays, you watching, not necessarily high
A new constellation
Someone, somewhere stubbing their toe on a piece of wooden furniture
A dried drop of coffee on a coaster
The letter of acceptance
A gibbous moon visible on a cloudless day
The smooth flow of a fountain pen that feels good between your fingers
A chorus of frogs pulling you through a winter forest
The right book at the right time
A poppy seed stuck between an incisor and canine
Walking slow, looking all around, seeing things as equally brand new and unchanged
A cross on the side of the road
The last chocolate bar on the shelf
A house once perfectly white, left to ruin,
Me standing in the long grass of the yard,
Wide eyes watching as light shivers in a bedroom window.
How powerful I am!