I hope there is a world
where music is like a ten thousand note choir of crows
who leaves the Arboretum each morning
searching wide moist Seattle for sparkly things and returns
in robust dark afternoon cloud for surprised
MOHAI patrons and bike commuters, loud and strong and
you are never far
I hope there is a world
(amongst all the worlds) where the very young and the very old
gently cradle the sick and starving mass of us,
the high-strung and fearful hidden mass of us
and protect us like Mahakala
at the entrance of a great sacred stupa and
you are never far
I hope there is a world
(hope, I dream, I insist) where your sweet mouth is the sun
slowly arching over each of my days
and the fractal nature of my biology finds you
at every magnification of life, like orbiting particles,
like your lingering scent and
you are never far
Chris Bevens | pedalpoet 