this is how it all starts,
a toned
stoned
brewed
stewed chord.

jammed, packed,
gathered around,
grasping, holding,
stitched together by the threads of our own being,
patch-worked into the whatevers
never forgetting the nevers.

i watch u come thru,
i anticipate the next breakthru,
always eager
always deeper
till we meet again
still.

07 /08/ 2009 Os place, beit meri