Antidote

Her body

needed

to twist away

the tension

bend it’s back

to open the

chest

to flow in

Sync with breathe

to the now.

La vida

Walking

Blindfolded with

a red scarf

on a tight rope

Senses electrified

Core strong

Feet fulfilled with faith

Yesterday

Smooth Jazz

Sunday afternoon

easy like

black leather couches

flowing like

two lovers on a dance floor

Jazz sounds that smell

like mahogany.

Subway encounters

Sitting with navy blue

bleach stained sweatpants

La Virgencita dangling

from her young neck

Golden hoops and a messy bun

of black hair, reaching inside

an Andean woven handbag

for Jon Krakauer ‘s Missoula

Earmarked page 29

Reading, radiating

power.

Akin

Kindred connections

Like

Sequencing numbers

weaving made from

Cosmic

Dark space

Black hole

loops through

Time

Consistently

Reuniting

for brief moments

in the soul’s

Cycle