A Simple Gesture

 

It was a simple gesture. Nothing complicated, subtle,

 covert, nor subject to interpretation or debate

loss forces reflection pain changes direction

inside depression outside aggression

where does balance lay truth and lies brings gray

as gnarled roots force into clay from above

heart of clay breaks as it smuggles in love

It was a simple gesture. Nothing complicated, subtle,

 covert, nor subject to interpretation or debate

Not even worth remembering ……….. so why

so why do I

do so?

It was straight forward

It wasn’t quite anything one sees everyday though, or even often. But it was only a simple gesture

Just things of metal and cotton

ordinary things easily forgotten

Things verged needing

not yet bleeding

simple gesture

things in my pocket

just to see what you’re becoming

watching your singular soulful beauty

gently putting life light into cloth cover

It was a simple gesture. Nothing complicated, subtle,

 covert, nor subject to interpretation or debate

A locker key and some ear phones

certainly not blood nor bones

only unexceptional objects of everyday use

easily understood, nothing anywhere abstruse

Merely a person detaching themselves from some earthly goods

going to run exercise unencumbered around some neighborhoods

But maybe, just maybe, time slowed …………… paused ...

a great multitude of usual predictable ordinary brought halt so much aligned

 camouflaged in everyday routine

a singular focus on momentous thing unseen

It was a simple gesture. Nothing complicated, subtle,

 covert, nor subject to interpretation or debate

Purely a place to store that which bothers one running freely

Yes, another’s pocket zipped secure must perform ideally

that’s all, work-a-day trivial nothing remarkable

Proper - not a thing explosive incendiary sparkable

Yet barely noticed or profoundly observed …………. there's what is simply beyond

 words...beyond words to a place so beautiful the heart aches.

dreams dance

storms quelled

safe harbors dwelled

with you quickly finds me in a rarefied moment where tenderness in the future is a given

It was a simple gesture. Nothing complicated, subtle,

 covert, nor subject to interpretation or debate

With the layers of clothes protecting my from cold

I could not even feel the placement

………...a simple gesture………………

Yet it held time still – still enough to draw the totality of your attention …… and for those seconds nothing else mattered to me

……. for what you put in my pocket only started as objects…

only started as objects….

things that took about nine seconds to secure

Nine seconds that stopped time

..as you took the focused intense action of securing them ……

…….. they became t r u s t …

..trust that went through my pocket into my soul where it remains ^

and will remain protected, defended, and held sacred until mine mortal shell releases its

 life force

It was a simple gesture. Nothing complicated, subtle,

 covert, nor subject to interpretation or debate