Before

today sounds resonate in 

the room

before

I was riding 

in the car

with the sax men

talking about reeds

and politics 

and religion

and the current 

despair

before I was at home

laying about

with my black dog

before....

before I was a little girl

running through

fields of flowers

and crying

always crying

and before

I was a white light

and before?

there is only so many tears 

in a river

so many tears in a lake 

so many tears 

in the Ocean

and I thought she was the source

of me, the sea

but the water is only a captivater 

of light...

that flame 

reaches to the center of the 

world

to the heart of the sun

to the dark 

matter 

in the ether of space....

radiation, heat, more than love

is where the flowers bloom

into 

when they die...