Time with being

Is it all right

if I just am

for a moment?

(A humble request

by any measure.)

What is my life

if my time being

is left unspent?

Heaven

With a slide slip thrust

Into your pulsing being

I am touching

Heaven

Let me spit shine some words for a ramble

on this page words my words be

rhythms set free they walk stride skip

carrying you along for how long

we’ve yet to see remember

to breathe now breathe

necessary you

know

That someone would hold me

at the end of each day

I pray this

boldly