Staking claims

At some point or another, one reaches the age--biological, or otherwise--where the heart (as how they call it) allows itself to be at the complete mercy of the brain. Some war or another happens before clarity claims dominion over everything else, but, war and all, it is logic that should always be allowed reign.

If one has a mind to boast of, in the first place, that is.

At the height of laughter,

the universe is flung into a kaleidoscope of new possibilities.
-Jean Houston

You, sunlight.

     the rain
is brightening now.
-Elizabeth Bishop, "Rain Towards Morning"-


The wind takes something with it when it passes by: dust, moments, pain. The rain could bring flood in its wake, but washes away, too, heat and heartaches. 

The heart emerges refreshed, whole again, after a storm. From a newly-opened window, the mind sees the sunlight streaming in.

Ride

Traversing the city's roads, the mind's eye conjures safety, blocking out the images that pinpoint pain, threshing out the familiar where the bitterness resides, learning to see by itself and for itself, feigning numbness for distances and distances, until the need to be numb disappears, and all that's left is the newness, the heart's eagerness to start seeing again where the mind left off, empty spaces waiting to be filled, and the heart, breathless, keen on filling them.

Suddenly, sunshine. The world sparkles, once more.