THE ELEMENTS' CONVERSATIONS

The window breathes in to the curtain 

Of this room, that is

Almost too big for a bedroom, 

In a house that sweats 

Day and night in winter 

For an old couple who

Lost their water

Who lost their fire.  

The elements are our relationships - 

The cool evening draft

Lands very welcome now - 

And four strings on an old guitar 

Heal the wounds, and 

Heal the time in between.

The Elements are our relationships - 

All of experience is dictated

By their conversations with one another, 

So will they listen to each other,

Or take, steal, and talk louder

Than the other?

We are the result of the elements’ conversations.