relations

to dance, surf on water like dolphins chasing waves that move just ahead, retreat it would seem, then subside. i made small chat with an acquaintance, the night became morning and still i went about in circles, never going past the shoreline for transactions is the name, though a twist is often tried - an unfair advantage. or so it would seem. to whom? settling on a place, on a song note i tried not to think or muse about days gone for the morning sun has become a pale reflection of better possibilities, the azure sky infinite - appears to echo my foot tapping on hard wood. what is time? an invention of course, clocks to measure productivity and what not. but time is a thief, it keeps no score on the clock or sky, immeasurable when death comes with a smile or sneer. closes the loop, end of time, does it matter? endless waves cresting again on shorelines, the line is not broken, the temple within is far inland, without trails or road for the insecure god is aloof only in a garden he pretends is paradise. it isn't. he cares not. not caring appears to work, the weeds grow tall, no living beings breathe in this silent castle, with moats and walls - traps laden all around. lessons need not be relearnt, the god echoed back to his own reflection, and a thousand blades of grass sighed, enveloping those aching arms, his body gently resting on placid earth. a squirrel pops out of no where, the god laughs, he cries and embraces a life that is more than an acquaintance, poured out it's dear heart it did! gave a nut, a berry, a treasure that meant everything because like dolphins chasing waves: this squirrel chased warmth, meaning, love. it was such a quiet gesture, then the illusion fell, god became man, his defenses fell, he cried, he wept, he hugged and it was only green grass all around, without walls or barriers. transactions? it was never about that, not to the man and squirrel unperturbed by time, clocks and chasing waves.