AMP: Artists' Meeting Place and Resource Collective

Nothing...
Nothing moves and no one is around.
I get out of the hot-tub and sit on an outdoor welcome,
around flames of 'go home'.
I pluck strings on my new lover and vanish into imagination.
I plucked and remembered the faces that once sat vibrantly around the center.
I strummed and smiled at the hearts that gave the fire its' heat.
I peered and realized I am still...
Still.
Still here in the moment and...
Though I didn't want to say goodbye to my day...
it had already become new.
I had walked with it into another hour and...
we cuddled with soft embraces and relaxed brows as Embreeohs...
Nothing.
Nothing made a noise.
Everything sang goodnight and goodmorning in harmony.
Goodnight Quiet House.

10-02-05 Atiim Chenzira