wanting wandering wondering

I am wanting you to let your wondering mind
wander about
wondering some wonderful that

waves its wand and won't waiver
despite what, some warnings
listen, in the right darkness

pine trees look like ears
when silhouetted in the moon light, ears
of corn, cobs of pine

the trees that sharpen a ridge line
and drape a mountainside
in front of you, imagine these shapes of pine,

their convictions, their pointed, fiery branches,
and tops, their arrowed tops
and you're looking at them lined up

when soaking in hot pools of Idaho
snowfall, steam and mineral soak
observing, then immersion

and sideways voices
and personal choices and
submissions, observing

ridge lines like dinosaur jaws
these Idaho ridges lined with trees
and in the middle of the line

those two odd ones together
the taller one leaning
like someone I've seen before

the way it's standing
erotically interesting how it leans
a different way than the others

full of itself
the way skin wraps around itself
feels so sensitive, full

the way that sensitive skin
headlines
a hot narrative mmmmm

a pulse, a beat on the pule mmmmm
the pulse of the city
her city pulse

but
these successful people
haven't found themselves yet

everything she did was humility yet
her voice betrayed that humility
sounded

too desperate for human touch
​and then her reading too fast
because even though her

mind moves that fast
she forgot how
we hear it, barely

hanging on
when the thing we long for is
on the cusp

and
already
with Us

she asked how I forget so easily
how I use it as a superpower
as an obligation and I guess

as much as one third of my brain
capacity is 
dedicated

to forgetting
an act
of forgetting

the effort
to remove
and move on

and fulfill an obligation
for myself, for love
before God