definition is an odd thing

i like to think that everyone has their own views on

what is what

in fact, i quite firmly believe that all that is made for us

is relative in some way

for instance, these are somethings i find lovely:

lower case letters,

standing in the cold listening to music,

some meaningful words,

kicking the often-too-warming covers away.

these are some things i find fulfilling:

bearing down on the future,

new laundry,

all the oceans left to cross,

animals.

we all take what we see and make it our own,

because no one else can do that for us

and that is the wonderful feeling of life

that you caress when you accept the strangeness of it all

"you were one inch away from the edge of this bed/

i dragged you back a sleepyhead, sleepyhead."

another turn opens your heart,
sometimes quietly and slowly,
other times with the brashness of
some wild journey in a place you hardly know.

so brace yourself to captivate these
heartfelt species roaming through
the many numbers that cover you,
the ones drifting out of your eyes.

that is not to say be wary of your pull,
for neither you nor other could describe
this majesty of time's properties
and seek out where you next stop.