poetry

What do I owe this pleasure?

To see you 
Right here 
Again. 

I walk now alongside you, admiring your stride,
Your determined gait pushing into your future. 

I’d tell you now, as I wished you’d heard then - 

Slow down,
You are safe
Always.

I marvel, through shared eyes, together in step,
Divided decades that divinely collide.

Regret of lost youth, disappeared - 

Beside you
In this moment 
Of time. 

Swept forward, transported back, and opened within,
Surprised, yet not by this elusive encounter.

In stride with your untethered stress - 

I reach out
Grab your hand
Your heart. 

I awe at your determined pace and the awakening ahead, 
Where time splits open, forcing the present into full view. 

Do you notice your bright light?

Steadfast forged radiance, wavering only slightly
In the brisk wind of chance and uncertainty.


I whisper into your kindred spirit -  


We are still
Becoming 
Me.

The din of constant otherness, sameness moves 
Forward.

While I stand, forced idle
Show me regret and obligation
Mired in mistimed expectations.

Repetitive, monotone warnings bellow from
Above.

	Scold me from your shallow box 
	Hold me to shouldered debris
Discarded parts of wholes remain. 
	
Wait. Wait. 

Directionless paths, would’a and could’a
Behind. 

Habits carved in your pavement
Point me wayward and away
Refused signs to reconsider.

Buttons pressed, allured sense of control 
Below.

Against my nature and notion of place 
Hold me on curbed constraint 
Mistrusted stand of stillness. 

Wait. Wait.

Lanes marked neatly, cornered with lines
Across. 

Defy your colored cautions 
Urge me to move diagonal
Rather than transverse you twice.


Traffic timed, moving in all directions
Around. 

Unease risen from impatience
Catch me between here and there 
Considered if life passed by.

Wait. Wait.

I step inside
And to my surprise
It is spacious here 
To shed a tear. 

It's my place to romp
Stand tall and stomp
Or laugh out loud
Sing real proud

I find lots of room
To grab my broom
Sweep away
What should not stay.

And when I dare 
Not to share 
I can spread my mood
And start to brood.

Without the need
To explain you see
This is my place
To take up space.

Mouth wide open 
Noise coming out
Constant chatter
What does it matter?

Phrases, commands
Some boastful braggs 
But not one word
Sincere I’ve heard 

The seats are filled 
This stage to show  
He knows it all
The rest of us small.

Bla bla bla
La la la
Heard it all before
Wake me if I snore.

Oh but wait
He takes a pause
Maybe there's hope
He's about to choke.

Takes a gulf of air
Clears his throat
Not I was wrong
He continues his song.

Ego's in charge
Do not disturb
Just nod awhile
Remember to smile!

Oh I am so excited, look what I found! 
It’s a perfect gift with no wrappings abound.

I was told of special magic hidden behind this mirror
That allows life’s picture to become a bit clearer.

Follow instructions carefully, don’t miss a thing.
If you fail at this task you will cry not sing.

Grab the handle with one hand, hold the mirror upright. 
When you see your own face, behold the great sight! 

No turning away, not in disgust.
There is nothing wrong with a little self lust.

When you admit without doubt that you like what you see 
You will attract others, they will join in with glee!

For it does not stop there, make no objection.
All of your surroundings will share this reflection.

How wonderful the scene if all this is true. 
I believe in this magic but do you?

Tie them
Fly them
Watch them wave.


Wiggle 
Giggle
Stop and stare.


Up they go
Around they go
Dance and swing.


Catch the air
Chase the air
I'm on a string.