I sort of fell in love with that feeling
Like falling a short distance into a wonderful chair
Of satisfaction of contentment of being in the right place of knowing when to stop
And let it happen.
Inured as we are to
O my god the strife and fear
O my god the pain the doubt
O my god the nagging feeling the creeping fear the furtive nasty little hates
Like sculpting smoke, I can find no lasting shape to it
Like a single breeze with the smell of home
Like the quicksilver glory of a falling leaf
A flash of a fish in a rush of a stream
That one gorgeous rock in a ton of gravel
That lock of eyes in a deep, fall in love moment
Where the fall out will last a generation.
Howdy, stranger, goodbye.