Listening

As I hold onto what I don’t know

it sees me, the breeze 

But cannot crystallize into full meaning

It evaporates before I can take it all in

To be held by it once

And feel it’s assurance, it’s direction 

Beautifully made

We stand completely accumulated in light

We know as love

Everything inane is more complicated  

It keeps track of the score

And what you feel is not what you see

As we become what we are listening for