encore

if the lucky number is eight
then infinity is its fate
turning its head toward possibility
unlocking tranquility
riding the hinge on the gate

not knowing what’s in store
answering the knock at the door
humility is home, and it’s not hollow
no echo there, just a proud swallow
flying away, pas encore

if everything seems derivative
remember the integral — infinitive
to row, to reach, to reel together
to laugh, to sum, to heal forever
the symbiosis — inquisitive

asking why are dreams so big
the swallow balancing on a twig
friendship found in a fig
a coda chased with a swig
encore, friend, encore