matter doesn’t stand a chance

i can’t believe it’s that easy
to fly off a cliff or to fall in love
there are too many rules to break in this life
it must be too good to be true
and too true to be good

beyond my search
for any evidence of myself
i see your shape
a form that functions
and glides through pain and pleasure
doubt and sincerity
like they were rooms of a house

how do you move through this world
like that
like a stream
finding its way through a mountain
you are soft enough to penetrate the hardest matter

does my matter stand a chance
against you
with you
and the persistence of wonder
that boredom
never seems to permeate