and laughter far off
and the afternoon smells like bark and sweat
the earth softens
into teeth and breath
and the simple proof of moments
i think about poets
who wrote about gods
and realize they never met a face like yours
you don’t chase meaning
you walk right up to it
you remind me
that every good life
starts with curiosity
and pulses
through the dust
through the noise
through a world that still belongs
to anyone willing to notice it
