what straddles morning and <br />milks color from the dawn, <br />rushes down empty streets <br />into coffee-shops for kicks- <br />what intrudes on conversations <br />between bodies, <br />overhears movement and <br />the slightest alteration of self. <br /> <br />what I love most is irrelevant and futile, <br />but precious and precise- <br />what I crave most is tender and chaotic, <br />stressful and shy- <br /> <br />the way you looked at me just now, <br />burned a destiny in me, or maybe a destination. <br />- <br />you reminded me <br />by putting one foot in front of the other, <br />I have a journey to end or to begin. <br /> <br />what ties me to the day or the year- <br />to earths or heavens<br /><br />Amberlee Carter<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/free-will-mechanics/
