Like a balloon,
My lungs swelled slowly, calmly, with new
air.
I resisted exhaling,
Wanting to stretch out each moment so that
it hung suspended in an infinite amount of time.
Wanting never to let go of the sweet taste.
Hometown Glory’s piano solo played
distantly,
I closed my eyes,
To let love stream in with my ears,
To let it arrest my fears,
To let it soothe the worry that I would
ruin, or run against my better judgement, from this moment.
With a steady pulse,
Like waking to a slight fissure of warm
sunlight,
You make me feel like I am home again in
this lovesong.
I have renewed hope in the potential no
matter the distance.
A small smile crests as I recall the
strange coincidence of fate,
Of unique, measured moments,
Building and whispering softly…
Moments that required concentrated silence so
that I could pay attention.
Audaciously, I stepped out on a
tightrope of exploration,
Treading outside of comfort,
To wrap my soul around a deep,
A powerfully lingering knowledge that this feeling is mine to hold
on to.
I inquisitively ponder,
Stretching my head back, eyes slowly
opening to a brilliant sky,
Opening to the possibilities.
And it is here,
Where I learn,
That everything good has its moment.
I want so much to meet you on our Vienna train,
To lift my eyes, stare at you deeply,
To study your smile,
To impatiently ruminate over the range of your thoughts.
I’ll be as nervous, as hesitant, as
whimsically excited as the girl from Montmatre,
Because you make me feel like I am free
again.