Like a 3D word search popping; saying and suggesting things I like and spinning this thing into a new center between this time of now and later; this place of here and there; 'what ifs' writing scenes where I wonder if standing by that tree, I can imagine your grandness before me; getting dizzy, looking up and you, looking down You're new and familiar nature [way] leads to desire to know how you do what you do; what I could do for you; how I can be graciously allowed some time? Vow please, to let this silly thing down easy, should you like her to move along Been performing a solo act Been calling almost as long, to the formless dieties snickering thru my struggle: "Let me be where I belong, doing all I should, and with those lovers or kin I am to find or be found..." "I'M RIGHT HERE!" some unfurled flag sprung automatically as thin tin strings multiplied between you and I, as if we are circling in separate canoes, caught in battered and sugared tide. And if winds and waves separate us, I'll still be on your side, even wrongly still if you take me for nothing but a ride. Yeehaw!