Us

I work in silence, with my eyes closed,

in a cool purple hued breeze

a time for sleeping flowers, just before the dawn. 

I work with whispers and stillness,

With long afternoons and even later nights,

in spaces that cast long shadows. 

I work with time as it blows; like the wind-

sometimes rough, sometimes short. 

But you,

You work with the bright morning sun. 

And at noon, when nothing casts a shadow.

You work with your digits and dashes 

With straight lines in open spaces,

meandering only to off-set a closed door

-but only after banging on it first. 

For you time begins and ends.

And wild flowers only exist when they yawn wide.