full

Thank you for the rest.

Thank you for the rest

I feel when eyes see through things

and into

your richness.

Into your you.

You are like glass arms

reaching out over a globe.

I can ride your highways

and never dirty them up.

You don’t break either.

Even though you appear as glass.

Life’s energy travels through

your arms, I see it all

but see nothing. Feel it all,

but feel nothing. Hear it all,

it is full.

Stephanie Lorentzen-Jordan