Domino

Grey scale backgrounds and afternoon
drizzles. Dreary Thursdays and sun soaked
Saturdays. You lead. You follow. You travel.
Rain, tears, spit, and spill. Absorbing
wear and tear with the rest of us. You persist.
Cracking and crumbling, busy and completely
alone. A true friend—you’re there for the journey.
The impossibly solemn summer nights, prayer
filled winter mornings. The arrival. The departure.

Touching our sole being, the root of our mission.
The beat of a thousand worrisome strangers,
escaping nowhere at one thousand rhythms
per second. Crowded chorus coming constantly.
Silence. Hollow breaths. Possibilities.
Change is constant. Stubborn the same. The only
difference is not the how or the who. It is not
the why or the when. It is simply you.
You are explored.