one thing that happens
more as we get older
we discard larger dreams
meet our backyards
and friends at barbeques
talk to our dog-children more
wake up later to be late
for many things
take walks at the speed
a child would
through familiar woods
with an eye peeled
trying to remember
the way to that clearing
the hidden spring
the sunny pond
knowing our friend
still sits on the rock
kicking his feet
waiting for us
happiness
today the clouds are ice flows in an artic blue ocean steppingstones my mind skips over trying not to fall in not as slow as a polar bear would creep across the sky hunting for its thing in another wo
day is obstacles duties hustle mental mazes sensual skirmishes it is here and now front and center talk and listen running with the light hiding in shadow night is full of emptiness days of swallowe
if you’re able-bodied on a boat with oars would you help paddle to reach land? this world is a sinking ship desperate to find safe harbor and frankly I doubt we’ll make it without all hands on deck ba