Today; thinking and chatting with a musical friend about the creative thing.  That gap nothing else satisfies.  Your own response.  Some aspect of the day distilled.  Here's mine today.

 

A Beautiful Man

 

So he’s tall.  Or not.

That he commands a room,

or skulks in a corner.

Watches.  Listens.

 

So he’s quick.  Perhaps.

A mind that moves,

builds new worlds.

Guards.  Honours.

 

Sure footed? Certain?

Cautious if needed;

clumsy when weary.

Dances regardless.

 

He’s old enough.  Maybe.

Caring more today;

to know better;

not to give a damn.

 

He has green eyes;

brown eyes or blue.

For each changing sea,

the earth and me.

 

That he knows rest,

to exist simply. Now.

The quiet breath

of being human.