Sensitive Tortillas

It surrounds, wraps us in sensitive tortillas, warm spirits, leaking at the ends

emotional package for next-day delivery,
recipes for prisoners guidebooks for lovers popcorn for moviegoers,
as I contemplate, tend to sick, write cards to children, deliberate forces, bewildering somatic patterns
baked inside human existence
smiling in the corner of each one
inhaling as we awake each morning
with eyes with speech with feelings
poetic, you can put on your rain boots and splash in the puddles, poetic thunder, maybe it is telling us the storm is going away
maybe it is telling us we are alive
hope and meaning
wrapped up
enfolded
in your unspoken package
this moment we speak together the description
known mother
breasts leaking
child mumbles stumbles
poetic path seeking

Dontate