Propensity

The energy in the space feels like home. The way it lands on the skin and the way it makes the mind move. There's musical sounds vibrating off the walls causing the feet to tingle. It's been a long time since the tango has been performed here and the floor remembering relaxes to allow the new dancers leverage falling in sequence with their breathing forgetting the scars of the past.

Buried Words

Time has passed but the message in the bottle buried in the sand read as if it was written in the moment. Words have a way of being in the present even if the past appear to have changed the feelings behind them. Maybe they made their escape when the universe permitted. If they had been found a moment sooner the world as we know it would no longer be the same. Nevertheless, the wet sand couldn't hold back their weight. They found a place to rest--to hide within the folds.