through the cracks

chisel-stone surface

yet through your micro-fractures

life springs through the cracks

~csr

to your door

a cogent cerulean sky

the arraign of wind

   a smell of pine and cedar

      harangues my face

         and pulls on my heart

traversing past

   the sleepy water

    on the road to open meadows

      of emerald and gold

outlying silos

   set stoic

     amid crimson barns

and

in steady harmonization 

   of constant flow

     through the countryside

there is magnificence

   to be embraced

      in whichever open bearing

even so

stock-still

  my compass points

    to the overgrown

      and thorned path

         to your door

what comes next

the difference

     a voice can bring

the divergence

   sunlight makes

the certainty

   only eyes can share

and

the contentment

  of knowing

   what comes next

~csr

the rest

a mixolydian

     of sensuality

the dominant chord

   leading to the tonic

      they become one

             an authentic cadence…

  and then

         silence.

  the rest

~csr