2024-06-13 - a bridge however murky |2.1|

every now rolls in and over the one before, and with them comes a widening, a lengthening, an every-ing

the pulses of warm/shelter/safe are a voice, and the voice says words and the words are sky-sand-mother-love-here-wait-sleep-grow

the voice is wonderful, and it basks in the words, paying close attention as they weave and curl and flow around and within

mother seems important. there is a direction, as if it is closer to the voice and further from it. a this-is-me, a not-you

mother, it says, trying to match the inflection. but how to say it back, to have this word flow out as they all flow in? mother-mother-mother-mother?

love the voice says, rest-grow-nurture-sleep, but it does not feel like an answer

wait, it calls. wait and listen. listen-listen-listen

mother's voice continues on, unabated