poem with thanks to Into The Woods... (just typed, not edited...)

Things are bigger than

You think they are

And they are smaller too

What you do to me

Affects you

And like the butterfly

Wings flapping

The pluck upon the spider web strand

Reverberations

Spin

And tremble things into life

That otherwise would not have been

And the connections are layers

Topsoil feeding eluviation layers

And making regolith

Growth isn’t always on the surface

In the glow of the kissing sun

In the woods our lives

Are made of moments

Bad ones

Good ones

But if life were made of moments

We’d never know we had one

So they whisper in our ears

And guide our dreams

Through us they speak of respecting women

Regarding mistakes made

When we were too young to know

What our tongue could taste

And love

Love is all the things

And nothing:  connection and loneliness

Joy and guilt

Hope and hurting

Healing and destruction

Just remembering you’ve had an “and”

When you are back to

“Or”

Makes it all mean more

With nothing

Being easier.

So the song singing to the moments

Is my siren…remember them.  Hear them

Heed them.  You may not believe they are connected

You do not need to.  You may not know that one pluck

Keeps a heart beating.

It just does

And thus

You continue

Moment to moment

Springing and singing from strand to strand

In the hopes that your dance

Brings life

To someone

Somewhere.

Somehow.