Now, after so long on the bench, these words, contemplations, and questions of mine are being given breath and space to roam away from the scrappy bits of paper they first planted their feet, descendants of utterances from decades long gone.
Rummage through everything. Listen for the beat. Close your eyes and look into the soul of anyone who’ll let you… go to the depths and edges and find every last one of us, they command, we’ll linger on your skin like a thick summer’s eve until you do.
And so, here’s how I do: Splay the fabric of my pondering mind over the pages of my journal (to be shared with you here very soon) and probe the hearts and minds of Other People in conversation.
Sweet and savoury phrases tumble and curiosities fall, thick and fast from my fingertips, begging for your witness and introspection.
Asking me to chase them over the valleys and hills of my heart, and topple, elated and cackling, from the soft cushioning of lips no longer pert from holding back classified intentions. Asking you to keep your wits about you, sharp but soft, as you let these sentiments sink into an open heart.
Though the refusal to be lured back to their tidy crate is crystalline, these questions of mine, their demands are simple – lively accompaniment, a vast and glowing dance floor, and my hand to grace it with. Yours too, if you want.