tonight: this chair, filled

it’s not the chase that I love; it’s me following you…
-The Avett Brothers

wide-eyed child rosy with delight
as talkative as sunshine in the morning
light falling and cascading color
blowing out the rooftops and away our hearts
is this discovery of the one and ones sitting
in those chairs that seemed empty for so long
(ings) awakening, perhaps to that awareness
time and again, spinning madly like a loom
and weaving wonder
this chair, filled, newness and oldness
whatever This is, wide-eyed and shining bright
surety of things better?
the emotion named joy (so mesmerizing a height)

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