The Big Easy

I am for easy. I am for the relaxed way that things fit together, or for the way that they don’t. I am for walking side by side, the natural compensation between us for where your body fits against mine. I am for the allowance you create where you turn to invite me to be with you, without saying a word. One look and I am all yours and that you are mine. I am for the way you look for me, in a group of people, the way that strangers know we have this thing, the assumptions that onlookers have when we walk by the awareness of the cohesiveness that we portray.

I am for easy. The way that who I am does not intimidate you. I can throw a thousand prickly things your way. You react to only one thing, and it’s only to laugh at me, or make fun of a silly weakness.  The rest is forgotten, irrelevant. They pass away as fast as they come. The anxiety of me doesn’t fell you. You are stoic and strong. Your strength fills all of my empty spaces, the same way my sillies fill yours.

I am for easy. I am for climbing into the space in I am invited in to. I am for taking what is offered. I am for making what possibilities from what there already is.

You are for easy too. The way you know you can have the best of me.