That plump supposition has secreted this puss
that resembles a blight ridden potato plant
too rich and full in nitrogen, spit with holes through its' leaves,
bent from over-saturation.
But there's always time to replant
during Mercury retrograde, the time of recollecting
the past and separating fantasy from fact or whether you should have
left but decided to stay. You stay persistent like a washboard,
grooves exactly a half inch from perfection.
Do not fear, you can change your rhythm,
your shake and how easy your bones break.
In the dream where I stand in the circle
holding the innocent eyes and the guitar that I play
inches from the strings, you are all looking back at me
asking me to open the door to cross the border.
We are all in our own houses, chipping the slate to the shapes
of the floor boards, painting murals with flaming reds and yellow ochres
derived from the clay in the lake shores, taking on working roles
just to ensure our rooms are more beautiful for our hearts.
And in the great room I will meet you
there in that facing circle where we all are equal and eager
to step through the threshold.
