Lying on our back, faces skyward
The stars the grand staff of the Whip-poor-will's melody
The vastness the endless opportunity within reach
Our hunger not fully satiated
Two hours of maternal drumming vibrations
Energy released from ancestors
The $90 Dining Experience
An hour of wine and tastes so complex
Universal simplicities of the Human Condition
Feasted upon, opened and exposed with each bite
Nudging us forward into
The Space, the Gap, the Collective
Judgement teases acceptance
Forgiveness enriches trust
Sweetness dances with bitterness
Togetherness and loneliness intertwined
A large picnic table inviting company
A scratchy lounge chair softened with a friend nearby
The cool air and the cat's sharp teeth bite my leg
Bringing me back to the present
A shooting star exploding
Propelled forward by fear as exhaust
Pain released, closer.
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