Untitled energetic cycles of breaths within the light cosmos

Restless  
Fingers are  
Stilled and  
Knots  
Loosen  
The wound  
Moans  

Vitamins  
Curls  
Biceps and  
Triceps in  
Five minute  
Intervals  
 
Breathe.  
Focus.  
Realign.  
 
There is something to  
Find, to  
Discover, right in front  
Of me  
Get dressed and  
Explore  
My  
Surroundings  
 
Wander  
Down the  
Avenues  
Into  
A Christian  
Thrift  
Browse  
Books  
Langston Hughes  
Fifty cents  
Sold  
 
A cute blonde  
Stumbles  
Backward  
Into me  
Smiles  
Sheepishly  
Mutual  
Apologies  
She is wearing  
Stylish white  
Boots  
Which I  
Compliment  
She thanks me  
 
She is  
Holding my  
Favorite  
Book  
Skinny Legs and All  
Has never read it  
I tell her of the  
Thousands of books I have  
Read  
When  
Pressed  
This is the book I will  
Recommend  
Before all  
Others  
 
Smiles  
Thanks me again  
Her name is  
Jen  
I ask her  
If she would like to  
Discuss the book  
Later  
She laughs and holds up her  
Left  
Hand  
Displays a  
Gold  
Wedding band  
I say,  
Your partner doesn’t have to know  
We both like books  
She very cutely  
Snorts and  
Chuckles  
Thanks me for the recommendation  
And departs with a smile  
Says,  
Thanks for brightening my day  
I say  
Your servant, milady  
As I am wont to do  
 
Lagerstroemia  
Red rockets  
Bright  
Faces  
In the  
Cultivated  
Foliage  
Along the  
Avenue  
It’s windy  
And  
Winged  
Seeds  
From their  
Crepe  
Shaped  
Buds  
Flow past  
Me  
Early  
Bloom  
In this  
Early  
Spring  
Humor  
 
Wander to the  
Reservoir’s  
Wind  
Dappled  
Waters of  
Steeped  
Blue  
Hues  
Touched by  
Winking  
Tones of  
Light  
 
Ducks drift  
Apart, then  
Together  
 
Scribble in a  
Composition  
Notebook, I’ve had  
Since  
College  
It looks the  
Same  
I’ve  
Changed  
 
Chill  
Wind  
Warm  
Sun  
Calm  
Breath  
Of my  
Love  
Wrecked  
Heart  
 
Twined  
Trees  
Mossy  
Beard  
Wreath,
Hooded  
Warbler  
Preens and  
Calls  
 
A yellow hawk  
With red  
Shoulders and  
Mottled black  
Wings  
Circles  
Circles  
Descends  
Smashes  
Into the  
Waters  
Flies off with a  
Fish  
 
Spirit says,  
Hello, friend  
 
Shadow, beside me  
In  
Inked hues of  
Mourning  
Eyes  
Fixed on the  
Past  
 
Fire  
Slumbers  
Within  
Awaiting the  
Call  
Awaiting the  
Next  
Incarnation  
 
I sit  
Between  
Perched  
Upon the  
Ever shifting  
Now