Call for Backup..

Never mind

How many can 

Be stacked on a pin...

How many occupy

Your every breath?

How many could reside 

Within the chambers 

Of your heart?

Waiting only 

For your Invitation

To remind you 

Of a love so complete

You might for the moment

 Wonder

How you could have

Doubted 

This Love 

Is upon

Your each and every breath

Just waiting 

To be summoned into 

Action

By your request

And allowing

I won't blow smoke

And suggest

This personal odyssey

Called being human

Is all syrup on snow cones

Kittens with mittens

Though they do also occur

While one plummets 

Into some of the darker

Avenues of their psyche

If one must venture 

Within the realm

Of their own shadow

Wouldn't the light

Cast by a league

Of Angels

Perhaps 

Save a few

Stubbed toes? 

R. O'Neill  (July 23, 2017)