Sweet Inertia

I will stand here

and be myself

in the face of you

who came here

and spoke the Earth 

ten thousand times bigger 

than it appeared to 

I the man

I the boy 

I the wanderer

yesterday.

You create warm intimidation.

You breed unwinding desire

spiraling 

and spiraling

through unknown 

air.

This moment

I listen

to your voice

beautiful

soft and true

opening doors

that used to be walls

and feel

inertia

sweet inertia.