Seeing the Moment Laugh

There are poisons like shade over the earth
poured into every cup of celebration
kin to matrimony and laughter
there are moments between the moments
that cry like dice in an ashtray
and crumble under the siren song of trembling, disheveled destiny

She was here and She still is
Her hand on my shoulder, she stands beside behind me
comforting and encouragement go a long way to finding peace
and an ease of patience with myself
She is the River Along All Seas of Selves
She is the Peace in the Heart of the Trees
She is the Moment Between Moments, seeing and perceiving
with sober reflection for all
no wasted time on enjoinment or fraught relationships
just timber tool chests and happy tombs with tones of highlighted
running rivers, running rivers, all along the manicured seas