ever been to a killer concert?

It's much more than

Just my sensory perception.

It might begin with a tremble and continue with a sweat,

But it is always the external

Rhythm

That controls my fluctuating heartbeat

And connects me to the other.

These vibrations:

travel through the building, air, or person:

They

Are the floor, air and people.

I become him,

Her.

Or it.

This energy is:

Movement; but not mine alone,

Music,

A happy tear,

A furtive smile,

Lust,

And perhaps even love.

All this energy and feeling

Break the linear narrative of ticking clocks.

I know because,

            I am time.

I choose to share this moment

            With every moment before and after me.

And in this sharing experience

I become privy to the

Ecstasy of the world.

Because we don't always appreciate them. . .

He reads newspapers. She reads books (fiction).

She likes to cook,

He likes to build.

He majored in engineering

She was a psychology major.

She was a bit more of hippie in college-

While he more or less resembled his black rimmed glasses: square

If he could use a vacuum to eat his food, he would.

As said before, she likes to cook and she’s good at it too, so I don’t blame her for liking to eat, Sllllowwwwwly.

He likes grape jelly-white toast of course, and butter too.

She prefers raspberry or even strawberry; he doesn't like those seeds though. They get stuck in his teeth.

Poppy seeds get stuck in hers, same place- almost every time. (Right up front, where they interrupt her toothy smile with a black speck.)  She eats them anyway.

They ARGUE. Over what?  Us- them- money-the right place to eat- all those extremely important things in life.

Yet, they both fall asleep in front of the T.V. while they try to read

And neither of them ever quite follow the recipe or directions.

They both work in schools

And they always eat together-

Because, that's what they do.

And they’ll do almost anything for us, because

We are,

What they together created.

And they love us probably more than I can even imagine. . .

Because they are our mom and dad,

And we are so lucky to have them