Noticing each moment,

I feel watched.

Immersed in creation’s coincidental sea,

I hope to hear our past

folding back to inform a thought,

a memory,

a smile.

 

I become benign parasitic prey

of watchers’ redeeming faith.

Their grace absorbs

through warm karma skin

to warmer incarnate guts of hot synergy.

 

These are graced Elders,

watching predictably in my direction

only when I remember to notice them

waving, oscillating, spinning in and through me;

informing my inner space and flow,

settling Earthly tenacious infrastructure.

 

Elixir of breath,

breathing watchers in;

breathing watched insides out.

 

If I notice them

then I am gratefully watched.

When I am grateful for their diastolic prehension

then I graceful watch

together,

forever.

 

We are one event,

become one verb…