I watched once the making of magic

The sound of it came tapping at my dreams

I tiptoed to the rhythm

Peeking through a slice of light

She stood with a force that could silence the sea

Black fabric ragdoll pierced over and over

Metal to wood again and again

My heart swirled adrift in her sea

I so small she at least fifty foot tall

My shadow and I disappear into the darkness frozen

Drought

Dying, dying of thirst

Mouth patched

Skin cracked

Fissure and crevices

Open up

In no hurry to go nowhere

Sudden stop rains drop and drop

Concrete slab sat

Windblown bits of rain stain the page

Wet ink blurred edges

Sky open pounding at the blue above

We are but one come framed by bone and cloaked in flesh.

Seemingly singular inexplicably connected to the infante.

The past, present and future collapse into a singularity composing a life - a lived life.

Upon which one's heart always gives all that it has got.

Beat after beat reminding the body to breathe in and out.

The invisible air - God's breath fueling our every act.