alleyways

the sure

and certain

- like a well-lit corridor -

holds no surprises for me

it is entirely laid bare

and there's a sort of comfort in its familiar barrenness

that somewhat softens the edge of the discomfort

that attends my living as and who i am

in this iteration of the world

perhaps this explains why

alleyways

hold such charm

and distraction for me

with their furtive

and unexpected

comings and goings

windows and doors

suddenly opening and closing

the soft uncertain rustle of angels

in the shadows

holding onto the ever-expanding moment

they are intent on creating

as they draw their bodies away from the here-and-now

and dance into the nothing-and-everythingness

of each other

i was listening to nicholas jaar and nina simone when it wrote these words