there is a there, there

i loved the time and in between,
the calm inside me.
in the space where i can breathe
i believe there is a distance i have
wandered, to touch upon the years
reaching out and reaching in
holding out and holding in

i believe this is heaven to noone else but me
and i'll defend it long as i can be
left here to linger in silence
if i choose to would you
try to understand.

~sarah mclaughlin~


that space is conjured in
the fall-smelling crevices of my
mind of my
spirit (of my).

and the space that this brings is
il venti settembre, the stradale where
sarah walks with me
dark walk with shadows
and only i am silence.

something about the fall, something about this fall,
hit refresh on the pictures
uploaded There(there) unloaded
memory corroded

something about the Kriskindlmrkt, something
about Berlin in December,
something about the wursters, the
weiners, the gluhwein

you in salzburg you in vienna you
in the fall
you in the falling into
winter.

here? there is no here, here.