Wonder | Poetry

Sitting across from you

i let my fingers go idle

as you speak on the wonders,

tragedies, and beauties of your world.

I find myself slipping into a myriad of thoughts where time is elusive.

Resting in a place

where all that has been held

lays open, unable to fold,

I bet, I raise.

I wonder if it is real.

Your sweet voice pulls me from that hidden place as my heart calms.

I know…

I know that when I look at you the words cascade to the tip of my tongue,

echoing, my lungs stretched out.

There is a longing to spill it over into your heart.

All that wondering,

I already know it is real.