A Brand of Blue

It is difficult, but necessary
To savor
Life’s accordion shifts,
As the corrugation strengthens
In ways we cannot comprehend.

There is a lapping
Within the soul
To hear
Through Heaven & Earth’s
Panes of memory.

The point of decision into the Immensity
Must surely be a beveled edge.

There is a course
There is a fork in the road
Before the cross
A melody of exchange
That nourishes
A ribbon of drum
Beating through
A bittersweet lens
Into the gentle emergence
Of dawn
Granted just before
The dusting
Of starlight.

There is a seed in everything.