Everyone keeps a dictionary in his or her head. All the words lay on platters each with its own flavor and meaning. There are favorite menus, phrases, which form warmly in the mouth and hang sweetly for the ear. Other vocabulary is exotic, pungent, occasionally with a strong aftertaste or off-key ringing. Abundance brings a wealth of conversation and keeps the cold of boredom at bay. Free for the taking, words grow out of life lived. When we have lived separately, even if only in our separate heads, meanings vary and reference must be checked. Blue sky is blue sky, but do you speak of azure, cerulean or peacock? Life is so much show and tell. Drink the sunshine with your eyes and flow it out to me with your words.
Write on scraps then tape them together.
When it gets dark it gets dark fast.
They say, night falls,
though sometimes it feels like it falls down.
What is little realized is there is a lifting
when the light has gone away, the sky raises
its roof and there is more air to breathe.
Long lost is the pink wisp
that heralded this night
and far ahead is the next wisp
of pink singing of the moon.