a glass of water.
partial motion in a frozen ocean.
beneath the surface, something starts to come apart.
a crack appears. water flows up
like tears
that melt more ice
until my heart
reappears.
it’s hard when i’ve learned
over too many years
to play peek-a-boo
hide and go seek
with myself
to arrange a meeting,
to just show up
and look
inside.
sometimes any step
in the right direction
is a great leap forward.
sometimes a long, slow chain of events
leads up to the birth
of a star.
sometimes when you open your eyes
there’s another human being
looking back at you.
change never takes place
all at one time
or all in one place
or all in one person.
everything we feel or think or do
has its ripples
and reflections
that go on
forever.
everything that ever happened
happens to you
and to me
all the time.
yet ever the moment
when we meet
is special,
is sacred
beyond all other time.
i am reaching, stretching,
groping up through the narrowest cracks
toward the light i dimly percieve,
like the hardiest of weeds
reaching for the sun.
i long for you still
even after you have come
and we are one.
water is precious.
water feeds the roots to help us grow.
we are growing and we are changing all the time,
sometimes like lightning,
sometimes almost imperceptibly slow.
time to drink deep.
time to grow up.
the more i grow
the more i love you so.
by Josh Putnam