Beautiful catastrophe

a man stands outside on the phone, the cat hair is in view, the deep well of love is within, in the glint of the cats eye, in the sigh of a child when the ice cream van vanishes round the corner,the wellspring of love and joy is in the reflection of a single droplet of rain, in the wake left in the air after someone speaks, in the grasses shadow, in a coal mine, in the anticipation of a hummingbird as it smells the sweet promise of a meeting, in the thick atmostphere of a bridgetollways booth, it is the pigeons breath, the wave of a friend in the heath, the glimmer of shimmers on a spiders silk, in his dreams, in her waking moments, the promise, the colours, the space between the walls, the untrodden field of corn, the roughness and strength of a rhinos horn, the plastic of a car dash, the steam that lifts off a mash, in every crack and seem of time and in the belt buckle you see in the shop draw, 2nd one down, the intricate recipe of the divine, the saddness, the tears, they all dissapear and are tucked under the wing of the prayer, the calling , the longing and calling of your name, for your name is my name, on the slipstream that just is...