We're Inclined

It comes slipping through the sunlight with a tangible quality,
that cannot be explained, cannot be contained
We all have sentimentality that covers us, and covers up
Covers the corners and cracks
open the door into where I want to be

How can we accumulate, how can we collect,
the rain falling into our laps on a sunny day
watching sunsets on our own, being content all on our own
seeking the greenest of the green
an unearthly version of what we consider to be colorful

because no matter what, we clap our hands louder
and all the silence and noise leaves a salty, salty taste on our tongues
presenting to you, our favorite sounds
for all the trying causes us to cry, and the crying causes us to fall
and where does that leave us?

So let us just think.
of collaborations and mesmerization and of hate
and all the while candid thoughts filter down and around
through the layers and layers and rays of light
so once again, let’s just think

By Frances