Poetry For Everyday People

Experience Calling

I can't promise you
ease here my beautiful friends,

I'm still picking shells
from my bones
from the last time
I relaxed and trusted,

certain people here slither
beneath,
any in,
any in,
you give them,

yet unlike air
you can't breath what
they bring nor avoid
their lingering memories,

as you accumulate
deep in wisdom's volt,

a life.