Friday, March 29, 2013

Como Lo Hace

I am most like you. You understand me.
You open the door and let me free
knowing that even with eyes closed,
my feet know the way home.
Most like you- I am airy, always in flight or flurry. 
From one flower to another,
butterflies tracing zig zags in the air, 
fluttering of questions, ephiphanies, loves
I am most like you.
Boundless, unstapled,
unnailed to the clock's  tic toc
Out of line out of rhyme. 
 scribbled  in pencil
Like the wind
here one second, gone the next.
Feel us yes but capture us, impossible
You understand me.
I am most like you. And you, most like me.