monday
abrupt fall sneezes
transitioning colors and bursts of inspiration
hurry towards the sky in energetic circles
pushed by traffic and indifferent wind that chuckles at our plans.
briskness leads to remaining indoors
pursuing small measurements of freedom in order to feel comfortable.
tuesday
thoughts of motion idly revert to politicking
when a match should be struck instead.
i know the business of people.
with feigned niceties and guiltless pleasure
we’re happy for cheap bait that discolors us on the inside.
the sharks come out to play.
amusing is the absurdity of impervious need.
wednesday
i stand alone, i watch strangely
wishing those plants would grow faster.
freedom finds truth in the most unlikely of places
remiss and wayward from where it was intended to be.
having no fear is the greatest fear of all.
wild new greenery appears without prior tending
in the microseconds of focus to spare
while we’re contributing meagerly to get by.
they say good things about patience.
thursday night 3am
crystal clear blurred vision
through this lens I readjust to see the world
totally blank yet full of everything.
terrified, absolutely terrified
tell me everything i need to know.
friday morning haiku
giving up my ghosts
comforting guards of the past
i slept with lights on.
saturday
steps of white and black
we climb surely in vegan leather (not “pleather”)
sometimes moving slowly or skipping a step in jog.
the steam rises, twisting towards the sky
unfurling sheets of gray over the atmosphere
creating a visibility that’s either daybreak or twilight – we decide.
there’s luggage left behind and words left unsaid
in the attempt to ascend to a new level of meaning and resolution.
I find it sometimes in the dead of sleep
the sleep women pay money to replicate on their face
The sweet spot for the mind.
sunday
when i loved and learned, grew and provided for myself and my passions.
when i came alive through the encouragement of others
when i flew and dove, swam and cried at the sheer joy of living.
when i felt stagnant and complacent, bored and unwilling, cynical and sick
incredible everything
how can i blow up life to this extent
this journey of what matters
bath house conversations
and 2 hour brunches
and so we start again.