And Now the Laughing Begins

And Now the Laughing Begins

Riding the currents of 
Breath,
Not knowing whose
Yet sensing it as
Yours.


On certain days,
The surf pounding 
Against the gritty sand of
Fruitless mentation,
Agitation,
Irritation...


Only love
Caressing
Love.


Each sitting
A little warmer.


The thaw 
deepening towards 
a seeming icy core of
self-imposed
albeit
unconscious
holding back
separation
from You.


Each sitting
A little less familiar
A little less me
One less pair of 
Prada sunglasses
Reached for.
Less need for shielding.


I am the Light 
I've been protecting myself from.


And now the laughing
begins.

Scott Patrick Schwenk     1/26/10