2 minutes

one minute to make the choice,

one minute to plan the escape,

120 seconds to fully commit

to the adventure of

cutting away the debris of  past visions,

and 1 minute more to determine 

the exact whereabouts

                     to leave its waste....

service

i sit across from you on borrowed prayer,
hair sweeping the open redemption of love.
knees bent.
folded into one another.
to keep chaos still,
i allowed my heart to wrap itself around your presence,
go the distance to stretch itself far enough to catch your
soul by the fingertips,
in order to wrestle it to safety, 
rescue the torn bits
and....
restore its freedom.