words on my screen
tokens of life well lived
speaking of actions
attitudes
options
for living
words of your journey
signs
revealing and peeling
back me to me to thrive
live
choose
growing
words launched into timeless space
afloat in e-land
wandering
seeking you until
they
come home and sink deep
settling
inward discord
recording new
words of you
my friend
Imagine when
My commute is
Through smiles and open skies
Driven on feet over side walks
And
Skinny tires rolled
By strong legs
Byway of bike lanes
To my work and my city and my common
Humanity is
Inhaled
In
Rhythm
Excellently
With
You
NOTE: A special nod to Winston-Salem's own Imagination Installations for prompting me to write this!
There is always much more.
In each combination
a savoring nuance blended from that moment's ingredients
Do you hear that... that unknown laugh?
It makes me smile.
Who is that?
Even in the mundane, methodical rhythm of talking
we stumble
on the euphoria
of an additional smile
an amalgamation of chemical strokes and spiritual caresses
as if we should have been here all along.
There seems to be more, always.
More to know, feel, grasp, share...
God is such a flirt.
The last cicada sings
Into the crisp fall air
A final proclamation of
Fall’s end, winter’s era
Leaves cling
To branches high
Not one wants
To surrender and die
A father dreams
Of his son’s flight
But silence returns
From youth's seasoned night
Seasons change
Seasons go
Seasons remain
Ever so slow
Summer leaves
To find its fall
The stillness breaks
Upon us all – we fall
The last cicada sings
The final tear drops
We are cold
We are small
A baby cries
Her first breath of life
Mother’s arms are broken
An infant will live in strife
Seasons change
Seasons go
Seasons remain
Ever so slow
Sometimes we must burrow
Deep into earth
Waiting there, searching
For the matter of our birth
Remembering when we can
That as this begins
We can endure as
The last cicada sings
Seasons change
Seasons go
Seasons remain
Ever so slow
The last cicada sings
Into the crisp fall air
A final proclamation of
Fall’s end, winter’s era
in between
dusk and flickering candles.
sensations of
in between
baked cookie caresses from a plate of crumbs
in between
a leaf falling upward, riding on the breeze of summer's heat rising
in between
silent breath of your voice pausing between thoughts and measured words
in between
the end and the beginning
the alpha and the omega
the dream and the hope
there for a moment
in between
