Promises of dancing currents

I will be there

soon enough.

Having left far behind

much of what I hold familiar, and dear.

Alone, under the twilight

I shall blossom,

graceful and ridiculous as ever,

upon this raw land of promises.

In a motionless eruption,

as I am standing right now

on the single verge of everything.

If possible,

offer all that I am

and I can.

Mutually incorporated to the currents

of the land’s flesh.

And if,

child and source of those currents,

sparkling creature weaving

dreams of my very core,

I make you feel the pull

of the cosmic threads,

and you haven’t been trapped into rigidity,

find the path to me

you will

maybe choose to walk it

to the first step

of our orchestrated ecstatic dance,

which shall not begin

until you manage to reaffirm the invitation

by tickling me

with your moss tail.

20/6/2020