what time is it?
the clock doesn’t ring, i keep the volume turned off.
no vibration at all
just ticking in sight
he held her face between his hands. she loved her mouth so close to his. he wanted her. chose her for the rest of his life. and this time he was right. settle in, something’s about to begin. hear thoughts and type them all out again.
it is the same that you’ve seen
all that you dream
nothing grows that is not nurtured
your prayers and imagined energy grow things
they are all you can see
or believe
alone you seem
beside all human beings
light be
your mistress, your spouse, and your end. i told him
“light is distance illuminated”
i typed it into instagram
and felt it in my skin.
what comes from such thinking?
what movement drips in
from toes that stand while i type again
take the hood off your head, it stoops your chin
i do, and immediately want my head covered as you speak from within.
she lifts her mouth to his and he takes it in. listening in tongue. she hears what neither speak as he leans into her known. they are grateful for the stroke. luck or journey on, made from timing
and time spent alone.
what prayers can i say that will help all the world?
i watch from south side downtown
this city is quiet so close, hidden by roofs.
for those we are to protect –
may all children feel safe.
may all beings feel safe.
may all children feel joy.
may all beings feel joy.
may all children feel loved.
may all beings feel loved.
may healing and health be
recognise, celebrate and nurture
humans animals trees
wind sun emotions
moving galaxies
matter and thought
living and not
whatever is watching
or feeling
if anything
i love you
everything.
“love” excerpt of a short story’s beginning mixed with prayers by nicole garlando, april 2019
image: no i will not press esc – ss of a vid i took 19april19
Cole G 