Body and Soul

given without a secret reservation.
Taken in one gesture with plans and sweet intentions,
long winding ideas of how it will all work out.
Days painted on walls yet to be built.
Trees planted from unborn seeds giving shade to our sanctity.
Smooth waves take control and the current sweeps us there.
A big red door opening to warm memories yet to breathe.
Bones mended, fights forgotten, surrendering to summer in peace and lemonade.
A's posted, teams trophied, hot soup seeping into cold corners.
I can hear the laughing and forgiving and all that rings a life given and received.
Clarinet swings through the air announcing without words
what you haven't said to a person
you haven't met...
when we begin the beguine.