Deep waves crashing
A sun too weighed down
To stay high
Echos of light
Over a body we take for granted
I have a report due
Tomorrow by noon
You have several clients
Awaiting designs
We have an impatient moon
Hanging over us
Threatening to reveal
The lines in our faces
The responsibilities in our midst
TVs and computers off
Phones put away
cracked crayons
from a box marked 96
melt in our palms
and we laugh
Coloring outside the lines
Seeing beauty in the art
of pulling at the seams
of this life
Creating moments
Connecting the dots
Like constellations in our air
This is our masterpiece
This is what we call home

 

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