Layers

Moods shift, stringy through winds, dancing to everyone’s

energy. I ponder you, posing problems, watching as you

calculate measurements. We spot a ghost in every mirror,

tired of hearing ourselves, searching for a new topic.

Coffee is brewing, cookies are baking, and most are studying.

I remember you spoke of personalities, wailing freely,

accustomed to a wound. I saw you, peering into an audience,

but self-sufficiently. I coddled an ego, where said ego barked

in disagreement. We smiled in passing, a small smirk, even

ink to a jacket. I’m giving the best of me; you’ve done so for

years, both proud and humble. A timer is going off, dogs

are barking, a world is mourning in disguise. I look forward

to reading your book, even scanning for ideas. You’re a

blessing to souls, wrestling goodness, while shunning evil.

Hearts are beating, where a therapist ponders tomorrow. I felt

her in words, somewhat myself, that is, hard to reach. So

admiration is overdue, while common birds break curfew.