Maybe there is a language
Beyond words
that can explain the moments
my heart experiences in a previous
yet present time.
There is no trigger I can think of
but comfort and condition
There is no trigger I can think of
but fear.
No trigger but love,
unseen buttons pushed
by unseen fingers.
We’ve accepted a dream
which has no beginning
As a reality with an unknown “end,”
All the while trying
to drag our hearts out
into the light,
the labor a seed
and a path.
-ZGD