Posts by Jonathan Gonzalez
Up ahead!
Sometimes it’s hard to look ahead
when the cityscape is clouded
in a sheet of gray.
Is this where we will remain?
But the future’s a funny thing
in that if you know what it looks like
it may distract from the present
and never reveal itself.
Don’t look down.
Never look down.
Feel free to look ahead
but don’t you dare move your feet.
Hold the clock’s hands
knowing one day they’ll let go,
but do it only knowing
you held them well.
Too fast?
The wind whistles underneath the balcony door.
I hope it doesn’t wake you.
My day ends peacefully when I know you’re sleeping safely.
The days seem to blur together lately.
I’m the cold wind blowing below a door.
Impossible not to stare into the distance, looking for a place to slow down.
One day, I’ll learn to live in the moment,
to live a moment,
but I’m living this one with you
seeking to live our next one.
Someday, I won’t be the wind sliding speedily through the door.
I’ll be the breeze on a warm beach day,
holding your hand, and theirs.
Silhouettes
I know one day
I’ll pick a blade of grass
in the front or backyard
and know it was worth it.
With the silhouette
of children running around,
as their big heads
shine in the sunlight.
I’ll be free of the cloud
I currently float in,
coasting atop a world
seemingly so far away.
I’m tired.
I know I’m young, but I’m tired.
I know this is what I want,
but I’m tired.
I miss you.
More with each day, each hour.
I miss us. I miss time.
I miss you.
Your sacrifice is a daily one.
I’m not deserving of your love,
but I cherish it, even when it feels
like I’m so far away.
It’s all part of a plan
to spend our lives
somewhere where we can
be happy.
So that I can lie down,
pick a blade of grass,
watch the kids with you in front of me,
and know it was all worth it.
My lack of control is out of control
Thoughts pour in.
My mind floods with thoughts on your thoughts.
This is what I do.
What else did you think?
Hard to sleep.
Eyes half-full of water.
They can’t shut.
I can’t shut out the thoughts of the day.
Don’t doubt
Everything you are exudes everything you are.
The talent, smarts and skills get shown to the faces that matter.
They see you, I promise.
Doubt may fill whatever thoughts you have left.
But don’t forget the confidence hiding underneath.
Bring it out. It’s beautiful to see.
The world is yours. It’s only a matter before it realizes.
I can’t wait to see you hold it in your hands.
Sweet Pea
Heavy are the eyes of this young man.
Old as can be, I close each lid.
Instantly, the space mountain star field surrounds me.
Can I just float away?
Will you come with me?
Let’s fly from star to star.
There is only one universe.
No one else I want to explore it with.
“Not THAT McCarthy.”
His shelter is thin, a line between him and the star field that floats overhead.
It’ll be 26 degrees in the tent come morning.
He’ll say that’s warmer than normal.
His hat says he served.
It sits atop the aged Navy man flipping through a library book.
Some words are too new to understand, as is his current life.
Joe and his wife are going on two weeks on the edge of a Colorado lake.
Rent merely a small fee to pitch an old tent.
The wind’s too high to start a fire.
If you ask him why they stay, he’ll ask you where they can go.
If you ask him when they’ll leave, he’ll tell you it’s when a paycheck can be earned.
If you ask him for a word, he’ll give you plenty.
Her Strength
You are stronger than you think.
I see it all the time.
It’s shown to me every day
in a kiss and a smile.
I try to thank you, but I fail.
There’s little I can do
but make sure I treat you well.
Do I?
In my endless, spinning world
you are my steady hand,
grabbing me, holding me,
touching me, helping me.
You grasp me strongly,
because that’s who you are.
You show me every day
in a kiss and a smile.
Snow Sand
What’s left of the snow
floats across the ground.
It spins around the cars
like sand in a gust.
The ice is so deadly,
and it’s easy to feel invincible
when you’re coasting through
at an even deadlier speed.