Archive for November 2018
Front Row Seat
I wonder what you wonder when you wander off.
Your beautiful mind must see all the colors,
hear all the sounds,
connect them all with the stories you create.
As we circle the tracks,
the warm autumn air trickles and lifts the soft hair from your head.
Each shining strand for every reason I’ve fallen in love.
I look at you while you admire the tunnel of trees – green.
Amazed at the changing colors – yellow.
Listening to all the sounds – choo choo, click clack.
They’re all here for you, as I am, and you are for me.
Son, you are my universe and I am grateful to be in your orbit.
I circle you as we circle round this place, this day, this life.
You were first in line, as always.
The blue torn bench behind the engineer,
but no matter wherever this train goes, fast or slow,
I’m the one who gets to have the front row seat.
Lose Our Way
It felt like the days melted together,
like the way the fire burned through people’s lives.
Like broken hearts forced to connect,
bonded by the will to survive.
Dizzy, I leave a week that felt like a month.
I question why we are surrounded by luck when others are crushed by despair.
The air so thick, it makes it hard to breathe.
A night darkened by evil makes it hard to see.
Where can we even go from here?
What’s the point of moving on?
Some questions never find their answers
no matter how much time moves along.
A clock is a funny way to tell time because it’s always the same.
But sometimes time moves slow, turning hours into days.
Sometimes time moves fast, reminding us not to lose our way.