I haven’t even looked for the words, no desire to see them plop down on the page,
heavy like an elephant sitting on a cedar branch;
I have been living, silly me listening to the sounds of the air
Moving thru the leaves of spring branches;
Some unneed for the written; beyond me.
I am, for once, untorn between reality and fantasy;
I am… in the moment and the moments are good.
As if some scattering wind took hold,
untethered the anchor of my life
The course previously set upon,
untroubled by curse or strife
I grasped the reigns on my stallion run wild
His strength mightier than my own
Perhaps my courage failed at last
I reached for a blurried vision of home
Secure not my laughter, for my smile has fallen,
the pedestal too high I was placed upon
As a child I imagined what one day I’d be
never realizing I’d only be grown
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This is the freedom of the spirit,
Soaring to reach the unknown when,
In the course of measured responsibility, bands are broken;
Invisible, self-imposed obstacles shattered.
Whisper in my ear the truth of your own desires
They are there, in wait, in want.
Desperation feeds exuberance or solitude,
Could go either way –
Will you take the chance with me?
Will we find ourselves on the cusp of exhilaration, or be
Discovered plunging into a loveless silence?
I’d rather know than not.
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She waits for the light to turn green
She will have to make a choice
One foot rocks impatiently as the other holds the brake
She worries and anticipates the future, devours the present
The light turns green
She hears the crash, smells fuel and tastes blood
Only the past remains