I think the moments I remember most with you

Are the times you rocked back and forth and rushed to and from and skittering danced between ideas

A frantic, manic pace as your mind moved with fluidity and if not grace then perhaps with rapid-fire electric arcing

And between ideas in the stillness, where the hum of electricity was heard but not felt I waited

I would watch your mind go in-between the hemispheres and your feet dance on the floor as though you were convinced

That in more movement you would find the answers you were seeking and I’m not sure that you really realised

That I just wrote the answers I liked best and waited for you to explain the steps of the dance that got me there

Like pebbles placed into to a jar then filled with sand I’m not sure that you needed yo expend so much energy to break your ideas all the way down to tiny grains

But it was nice to have you there filling in the gaps