easter island mysteries

she peers into me,
she pours into me
like lemonaid or tea
on a hot summer's day
and i love the way the
weight of the world
just goes away
and the sway
of the silence -
a careful balance
of anticipation and
endurance - patience
wrapped in an essence
of various immediate
moments and me-
mories, come
with me, share
those stories,
and wherever
the wait went
or whatever i
really meant
cement the
thoughts - the
image unravels
as petals unfolding
into an existence not
yet fully realized - and
the seasons change
yet again and this
charges as static
electricity - that
seeps and/or
soaks into
me and
is re-
leased
with a new
lease on life,
a new renewal.