I Love the Ending

I Love the Ending

There's a rare smile, large
on my face this time,
listening
to the rain shine,
marveling
at the steam’s charge.

When fluid turns to hot air,
the point between the change,
what do we now have there?
The state now rearranged?

That flown or flitted away,
the armor we may bear,
that is the force that joins us,
and carries love through the air.

To close our eyes and look,
to concentrate too much,
the outside with the inside,
the taste works with the touch.

We listen with our eyes closed,
and watch by covering our ears.
Yet Listening
with a capital L.
is marveling
at the “what the hell.”

We listen, by paying attention
to the things that we don’t hear.
We watch, by paying attention
to the things that we don’t see.

The water on the rooftop,
the stream that’s in our mind,
the ocean sounds in seashells,
and questions

                   in the dripping faucet.

The questions in the dripping faucet.

The question’s in the dripping faucet.



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