Your Turn

If it weren't for the turn you took...
How would our
books look?

History would never
read her story..

The mothers create the Sons of some odd infinite God
To even those who see the world as Godless.

Words transliterate actions..


'I like this... what is this?'

Feet approach the likeness of this lovely curiousness..
Bittersweet knowing -
how could you have ever lived
without this
until now?

The blissful state of understanding the winds must work
For us to breathe

Grand hands of some perfectly placed spin cycle
Washing up and renewing the beautiful mess...


Curiosity rover knows more about Mars than the Earthlings do..
as it caresses its barren earth of some fallen Empire
collapsed in on its life bearing forces.

Curiosity rover,
turns left and right
and forward and backward
and 360 degrees
impervious to the dust storms...
It only feels in 0's and 1's.

Robo Cyclones continue to spin in circling Summer's..

I take one step forward,
This I too complex to feel in only 0's and 1's...
heading not to any Hollywood Moon,
but to stumble my way onward
until your turn
circles its way
toward mine..
 

You judge the book by its undercover -

The mystery knows what light is..
But light fails to understand the mystery..

For it weren't for my turn,
it could never be

Your turn.