Holding

Quick!
Dash,
speed work
ain’t defined,
but
we’re
moving
like wind
inside
wind
in these
parts.

Duck! Life
is
carrying
the
tide
down
a muddy
street,
but I’m
holding
onto
you like
an
anchor
does
to the
ocean’s
garden.

I
may be
wrong,
but we’re
playing
hide
and seek,
and
if you
win, I just
may
like
that.

M.C. Davis

When We Last Talked

…I remember you smiling for no reason.

You spoke in fragments and even when the sun interrupted us and drenched our ruffled sheets, I am still in awe in how you simply persuaded the sun to wait just 10 more minutes for us to find our rhythm. We’re destined for greatness in a whirlwind of us, we, and forever and I’m content in not knowing what will happen tomorrow for the joy of what will happen now.

The last time we talked I remember standing too proud–almost falling left of center–but you kept me straight forward, in a symbolic fearless approach, even though you could have fallen too.

This is our time, our space, and our peace.

Yes, the last time we talked I walked right beside you with my hand in yours, and my heart touching God.

M.C. Davis

Needn’t I Remind You

If we
started
a
moonlit
dance,
I shouldn’t
have
to remind
you
to close
the
curtains
to the
night
and the
world,
or a
small
allowance
of light
to
peer
into our
last
stride.

If the
sun
gazes
back at
us, I
shouldn’t
have to
remind
you to make
room
for
the dark
moon’s
wise
words,
or the
noise
of
yesterday’s
steps
that brought
us
to today’s
steps.

Finally,
if I
ask you
to
tell me
why
I love
you,
I shouldn’t
have
to remind
you
to
speak
with
the same
lips
you use
to
kiss
away my
deepest
of pain.

M.C. Davis

Speaking

We’re
finally
off
the stage,
and in
the audience
facing
forward
and without
that
thing
called
fear. At
last, you’re
brave
enough
to
grab hand
inside
of hand,
heart
on top
of love
dripping
wet
with the
seasons
of yesterday’s
memories. I’m
here
and now
in
tune to
your syllables
because
for once,
I don’t
need interpretation
or
translation
to
feel you. I’m
here
and ready
for
us
to gravitate
like
wind in
space,
or like
the
moment
you
spent taking
in
my sounds,
touches,
and flashes.

I hear
you speaking
and
I’m close
enough
now
to where
you
don’t need
to
yell.

M.C. Davis

As You Were

So, there I was, standing in a field looking directly at the sun and asking the very important question of what matters most.

I didn’t quite ask it in a way that made sense, but often as I’m sure you know, what’s doesn’t quite make sense to one person will most certainly make sense to someone else. So, as I’m asking this very important question, I began to think of my own decisions in terms of purpose and the rationale behind what truly qualifies an emotional need vice a need that’s simply emotional.

So, as these thoughts flew in and around my own ecosystem, I began to borrow more and more from the other ecosystems; which in turn led me to find other more fantastical ecosystems. Some were filled with brilliant lights echoing a cloud of unanimous thoughts being gathered and placed in small baskets. Other ecosystems were pure liquid, cool to the touch, and never moving too far from their core of existence. One ecosystem was simply defined by the layers of music in between the notes and without the timbre, melancholy, or kaleidoscope we typically hear.

In this world, everything is symbiontic, lasting, and free to inhale.

In this world everything is finely tuned to the what ifs.

In this world, we stand at ease when we truly want to.

As you were Soldier, as you were.

M.C. Davis