In this blissful halfway euphoric state
A few words, no more to it than that
As if the spirit of silence itself
Had been welcomed
Welcomed and then broken
Broken without tears or shouts
Of joy from the mountaintops
Nonetheless, to have half-breaths
Half-thoughts, half ideas
To have such energy
To surely desire this incompleteness
Such that the closure may be reopened
Be enthused as the doubts
Become warm doubts
The very essence of summer
Where all that is asked
Is to walk on soft sands
Stumble through grass filled dunes
Sit behind the car’s rain covered screen
Knowing that the stick and wire fences
Are there neither to keep us in
Nor to keep us out
Instead they are there to give stability
They are there as a positive force
Barriers that provide reassurance
